I was going to write a long, somewhat interesting post about Christmas and the new year and all that, but then I got OBSESSED with putting cork floors in my kitchen.
Except that Jackdaddy is in M-I-crooked letter crooked letter - I - crooked letter crooked letter - I-P-P-I, and I can't do it alone.
(Here's hoping Jackdaddy is not reading this while in Mississippi or he won't come home, I fear.)
It's all Rita's fault. And her husband's, Cane.
Read about my new obsession HERE.
I've had cork floors before.
I am now going to have them again. In my kitchen where there is the somewhat cool, but really hard and holey, pine sub-floor.
So, what does that REALLY RED picture of my Christmas table have to do with this?
I just needed to put a picture in and it seemed sort of Christmas wrap-upish.
(Why is everything SO RED? It's like having food stuck in your teeth and no one telling you.
Note to self: Next year, more green.)
I am also here to say that I am going to finish painting my %&$*# kitchen cabinets in the next week or else.
There is no way in hell to live in a 60-year-old house with 2 huge dogs, one small boy and all his friends, two adults, and a cat, and have open cabinets. The dirt and dust is astounding. And it settles quite happily in all my cabinets which means on everything in my cabinets. Blegh. Gross.
So there ya go.