|Bringing the outdoors in.|
|It doesn't get any better than that.|
I have all but given up trying to clean the house and I have grown accustomed to banging, ladders and man crack on a multiple of offenders and I am loving the sound of cursing from someone other than myself. I have resorted to hiding in the office or pantry depending which is warmer.
And I was just given notice there is no way in hell the house will be finished by Thanksgiving. I kind of sort of knew that was coming but like death, it's still a shock to have to come face to face with it no matter how much you knew it was coming.
But did I mention that every last person in my husbands family (all twenty of them and counting) will be coming in town for Thanksgiving and I kinda sorta wanted the house to be all pretty and perfect??? No, I didn't mention that?? My bad.