it ended up involving wayyyy too much solo time (he got stuck at work conveniently) looking straight up while I fixed cracks, primed, and painted a ceiling, + 3 rooms-worth of flaking paint removal and trim painting, + a staircase update. what in the world was I thinking, and was it my mother, or maybe my mother-in-law, that I thought I needed to impress? "were are you going to find your charm without a little crack here and there?" should've been my mantra and I could've avoided all the nonsense.
yes, that is the edge of a moustache left over from our awesome Mexifest stuck on the fridge. i can't part with it
On to the meat of the subject: our staircase to the basement, which can seem quite daunting..that is, until we added our sick rumble strips! {grrrrrrr!} Jimmy's taken measurements for new handrails on either side too.
Piper was more than a little anxious about the new black enemy invaders on her steps though, and each trip to the basement now requires our coaxing from the bottom of the stairs! ha.
obviously i never obtain tremendous amounts of entertainment from my neurotic 75 pound canine. i'm not laughing at your five-minute descent into the wonderful world of the basement, Piper, i'm just not that cruel.
