See ladies, this is how it's done. You just inwardly groan
In truth, the only reason he finally mustered the motivation to fix said gutter is because his brother (and his brother's new girlfriend) are spending the night at our house this weekend, to dog sit for Carson, while hubs and I head to Bloomington, Indiana to for Christmas with my grandma.
In truth, I don't care why the gutter is now, once again, snugly in place -- I am just glad it is no longer dangling precariously from the house and threatening to slice through my skull on the next blustery day.
Sadly, now that hubs has completed this long overdue task, I have the sneaking suspicion that he will expect me to tidy up the indoors, lest my potential sister-in-law get the impression that the Murphy's live in complete and utter filth all year long. However, to avert her possible disdain for dirt will require the use of a vacuum and (shudder) a dustrag. And perhaps another Christmas miracle.
When a girl has barely began her shopping, she doesn't have time for all that. I'm supposed to be hauling out the holly, not the swiffer wet jet.
Who am I kidding. I don't even
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GET ME OUT OF THIS EFFING PLACE.
It's almost 6pm. We have 28 more minutes to go.
Then we will get our Fiesta Time started! Ole!
much love