not sure if my dad is emulating ronald here, or what...


fall/winter goals

take at least 2 naps outside in the cold weather, in the hammock.
set up an outdoor movie night.  have an outdoor movie night.



shopping for floor tile is the hardest thing.




the before...

*cleaning commences now*



le messy room

tonight's goal

clean clean clean!
the house has kind of been in shambles since we found out we needed to replace the subfloor.  it's like... we just stopped caring all of a sudden.  whoops!  but life goes on and the house marches inexorably towards chaos.  the garage, however, is very clean.  (well, as clean as it's gonna get.)
the backyard?  also not clean.  maybe that'll happen tonight, too.  i'm hoping it doesn't rain, mostly so i can lay in the hammock - the weather has been PERFECT for hammock-laying.  hammock-lounging.  i'm not popping out a hammock.
yes, i just talked about cleaning like crazy and also lounging in a hammock in the same blog post.  *sigh*
oh man, what else?  i feel that there's so much going on, but when i get down to it... it's just this remodel.  ugh.  this weekend we really need to finalize decisions and select a contractor.  while we can do stuff, like maybe lay tile, taking out and installing a new tub?  not really something we want to learn.  i know, i know, lazy bums, at your service.



last month?
found out that the subfloor under the tub needs to be replaced in a big bad way, so we're most likely going to do a remodel of the entire bathroom, as it's our least favorite part of the house. 
ant brought up the idea of a clawfoot tub and i went all batshit crazy with excitement, though finally, after 3 weeks of talking about it, i think we may just go with a larger soaking tub (or whatever they're called).
we've gotten estimates from a few people and will hopefully begin sometime in mid-october.  must remember to get the halloween decorations out now, as that will keep me feeling sane while the house erupts in dust all around me.  reminder: buy a chamberpot.
and this weekend one of my oldest friends got married!  i'll post a few pics in a week or so - i went crazy and took like, 1,500 pics.  i had just gotten my camera back from it's factory fix and they supposedly "tweaked" the autofocus.  ugh.  i'm worried that some pics didn't come out, but as there were a few people there with DLSRs, i believe that it'll work out.
i don't think i was even that stressed at my own wedding; matron of honor + photographer = oy!
i'm still a little sore from all the photography, but get this.  we get home, i'm exhausted, we're laying out on the couch.  i bring a cold, delicious beer to my lips when WHAM - kitten jumps up to say hello, crashes into the beer bottle (shakes his head groggily and wobbles off), which crashes into my teeth and suddenly i feel pain and taste blood and feel grit on my tongue.
all i can think is: OMG, my tooth is going to fall out.
i always have dreams of wobbly teeth, which is supposedly symbolic of anxiety or instability, but you know, i think that i just really have a fear of losing my teeth.
after making my way to the bathroom, confirming it's not glass in my mouth, but tooth bits, we realize it's just a little chipped tooth.  thankfully, it seems that it's chipped vertically, mostly along the back of my tooth.  i should probably get it filed, since i can't stop tonguing it.  bit of a sore lip, life goes on.