This is what we look like after a much-too-long, three-hour nap on Sunday afternoon. I love when he wears that striped shirt.
On Friday, Clint decided he wanted to re-tile the bathroom floors at our new house. By himself. This came as a surprise because a) he has never done anything like this, and b) he's never even shown an interest in doing it when he could just pay somebody else to get the job done. Maybe he was motivated by looking at our long list of home repairs and expenses though. Because sure enough, he spent all day Saturday taking a hammer to the floors and ripping up the tile. I'm proud of him - but we're both crossing our fingers that the rest of the process turns out well.
I've been wanting to sell or get rid of practically everything in our house lately so we can start new. (It's a problem, because that's not actually realistic.) This weekend I sold our leather couches. Now our front room is really open and empty, which means it's starting to feel like we're actually moving soon. Which means I'm starting to panic a little thinking about packing up this place...
Monday, March 7, 2011