Dear Jack
Much like every other damn thing in my life right now, I’m late on your birthday letter. Yesterday you turned 7. Holy smokes, that was fast. I can hardly believe you will be baptized next year and therefore finally accountable. I’m looking forward to that long awaited nap, or eating bonbons all day. Hey [...]

After Katrina I wrote a post (joking) about how we were the only ones with power, so everyone brought their food over and my Diet Dr. Pepper had been relegated to the counter. I requested a wine frig to store my nectar. (Have you ever had warm DDP?) Well, Jeff latched onto this idea with [...]

Sorry, I’m currently knee deep in finishing up the kitchen. And, I keep having to stop to see silly clients and take care of needy cherubs, so this may never be over. Ever. Helllp.
But if it does ever end . . . it means you’ll have to put up with more pictures.
Sorry.

Currently, I’m staring at the rest of the expanse of my kitchen counters wondering, ‘Really, how hard can it be?’.
Why can’t I just leave these things alone? Somebody pleeease, shoot me now.
I believe it’s the only way to save me. From myself.

The kitchen bar is finally done.

It was my first experience with installing Formica counters.

I wouldn’t recommend it. Definitely a pain in the ass.

I will probably pay someone to do the other counters tops.

At least the tile came out nice.

The bath tub, she’s done, as in finished. I know, just take a minute.
Breathe through it.

I’m so excited I could just, well, take a long hot bath. Don’t wait up, this may take awhile.