So the painters have put us a week or 2 behind.
Thanks, painters.
Every time I go to the house, the painters are eating.
Donuts.
Fajitas.
Something brown with sauce.
More donuts.
They've had a NASTY looking microwave parked in the house since their arrival.
I assumed it was to melt paint or something.
Nope. It's to heat their snacks.
For real.
I'll show you a few pictures.
I don't love showing the pictures because of my poor photography. I tell you that every time, but my poor photography makes my color choices look heinous.
Squint or something.
This is the master bathtub. It is not a jacuzzi.
One time, I accidentally pushed the ON button on a jacuzzi tub and GAZILLIONS of particles of nastiness exploded onto my body.
I've yet to recover.
This is a crooked picture of the master bedroom.
It is not painted. Because the painters didn't come to work for 3 days.
The kitchen. More specifically, the pantry in the kitchen.
Here's a little tale about my neurosis...
I need things to be on 90 degree angles.
I don't really do well with things placed on angles of less than 90 degrees.
They make me ache.
The first thing that I told the architect was, "I need 90 degree angles, please."
The first thing I noticed upon receiving the plan was the pantry.
THE NOT 90 DEGREE ANGLED PANTRY.
I am considering it growth that I was able to move forward with construction.
Anyway, here is really how I'm dealing with the poorly placed pantry:
I'm accessorizing it.
Powder bath.
Back porch. Beams will be stained when the painters finish their buffet.
That's all I've got for now.
Tonight, I was trying to sneak up on a sweet little calf to take his picture.
Instead, this is what I got.
Who knew that mama cows could have horns?
I did not know that.
I'm sure they are quite useful.


