My in-laws are crazy. Particularly, my father-in-law. (Hi Ray!)
Whenever they come into town, he wants projects. Every time he visits, he insists the project list increases.
He met his match with me this weekend.
Aaron and Ray (and the boys "helped" and much a leaf jumpers can) raked the whole yard and trimmed a bunch of bushes on Friday. Then, Friday night they installed the new range hood (so... we only went without ventilation for less than two months -- that's damn impressive for us). Aaron's mom (Hi Bev!) (yes, my in-laws found mah blahg) and I shopped.
Saturday Aaron and Ray ripped the carpet out of the entry room. Given that I've been wanting to do this for over two year (since I painted the damn room), you can now understand why I'm so impressed it "only" took us two months to install a range hood.
If they weren't made of asbestos, covered in old glue and splattered with paint I might have left what we found.
But, you know, it was made of asbestos, covered in old glue and splattered with paint.
And so after patching and super-cold temperatures (because the room use to be a breeze-way) (and because I try to fancy it up a bit by calling it the "entry room" even though what I should call it is "that piece of shit room that's not insulated properly"), Ray and I layed (lied? stupid English language) the new floor on Sunday.
Who's a pretty floor? Who's a pretty floor? You are! You are!
And I have to say, two days later and I'm still hella sore. I can barely lift my hands over my head and if I had a cane I'd be using it to walk around. And if I had access to one of those chair thingamaboppers that lifted your ass up for you I'd totally be living in that right now too.
And Ray was really nice about indulging me in setting the floor on the diagonal. Everyone thought I was crazy.
Which, really, I don't know why they're just coming to that conclusion now.
Speaking of me and my crazy... we started the Advent Calendar last night!
What's a good name for a knight?