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.