If I'd have known you were reading...
I'd actually post more often. Huh. So as I sit here typing, drinking my coffee, the smell of burning wood fills the air. Am I enjoying a fire in the fireplace? No. Am I sitting in the backyard amidst the glory of nature as a fire glows in the firepit? Um, no. Am I camped out on my bed while the floor guy cuts into my hardwood floors downstairs using some sort of process that makes my house smell like a bonfire? Yes! "Hardwood floor fire" for the win! I'm really craving smores right now. He's actually cutting out the vents and installing new recessed vents before the refinishing starts on Monday. Yay! Refinishing! Monday! Exclamation points! Woo! "Eek!" So, life in the Sapper household. Yeah. Involves a lot of paint, tripping over shop vacs, cabinet doors and cans of paint and eating meals in the family room, living room and/or basement. It's a finished basement with Rusty's stupid big TV*. Not like I make the boys sit o