Yesterday I came home from work to find a big hole in the side of my house.
Having lived with Tim as long as I have, coming home to a hole in the house is not as surprising as you might expect it to be, despite the fact that I had no idea what Tim was up to while I was at work yesterday afternoon. Yesterday was not the first time this has happened, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.
Would you like to see the hole?
It’s a nice hole, isn’t it?
The hole was made so that a sliding door could be installed where our dining room window once was. This is actually something we’ve been wanting to do for quite some time, but lack of time and the cost of doors has, up until now, been a bit prohibitive. But it just so happens that Tim’s on a 2-week break between student teaching and summer grad classes. And it also just so happens that he located a perfectly-sized door in good condition at a resale shop for a mere $75 yesterday (these doors usually retail for about $400, so, yeah. Pretty good deal!). And so it happened that I came home to a hole in the house.
Tim had called Steve over to help him install the door, and apparently 4 hands is all you need for that job, so when I got home I got to sit happily on the patio and watch the guys wrestle the door into the hole . . . at least until they demanded I get into the kitchen like a Good Woman and cook a hearty dinner for the Big Strong Men.
By the time dinner was ready, the door was installed and only in need of some finishing touches. This is what it looked like when I left the house this morning:
Obviously it needs some sort of trim around the edges, and a step or two between the door and the patio would be helpful. I think Tim was planning on working on those details today.
Can I just take a minute to tell you how much I love my husband’s mad handyman skillz? Because I really love that he’s able to not only hunt down a bargain door but also cut a hole in the house and recruit a friend to help install the door all in one afternoon. It’s seriously impressive. Living with Tim may mean coming home to surprises like holes in the house, but I can’t think of one instance when such a surprise hasn’t been a good one. Being married to Tim is so much fun.
I can’t wait to see what I get to come home to tonight!
Ben and Smalls have adjusted really well to living together, but they do have a few jealousy issues. When one receives attention from us, the other gets jealous . . . but not in the way you’d expect. If Ben is getting attention from us, Smalls barges in on the situation and starts trying to get Ben’s head in her mouth (quite comical, since her entire head is about the size of Ben’s mouth).
See, she’s not jealous that we’re giving him attention; rather, she’s jealous that he’s paying attention to us and not to her. It’s more of an “Excuse me, Ben, you’re supposed to be playing with me!” situation than it is an “Excuse me, parents, you’re supposed to be petting me,” situation.
And when we give Smalls attention? Ben reacts the exact same way. All they want to do is play with each other; they could care less about us.
Jessie’s visit on Friday night was the perfect start to the three-day weekend. After greeting the dogs and discussing what to do for dinner, we were delighted to discover that the delicious sushi restaurant near us wasn’t nearly as expensive as we always assumed. So out for sushi we went. We shared salmon rolls, tuna rolls, good conversation, and lots of laughs.
Jessie had spotted a carnival on her way to our house and excitedly suggested that we check it out after dinner. So to the carnival we went. We conquered the obstacle course, hesitantly ventured into the haunted mansion, played carnival games, and ate our fill of cotton candy, all the while doubling over with laughter as we cracked inappropriate “That’s What She Said” jokes and discussed the inherent creepiness of carnies.
Jessie and I, upon waking the next morning, sat cozily in our jammies, sipped fresh coffee, and watched the dogs celebrate the new day with their morning round of play time. By the time Tim woke up and joined us, it was nearly time for Jessie to head home, much as we all wanted her to stay. So back to Fort Collins she went. But not before we squeezed in a few extra minutes of chatting, dog snuggles, and, of course, lots of laughter.
Yeah, I know. I forgot to post Smalls Sunday yesterday. Don’t worry, I’m well aware of the seriousness of my offense; Smalls isn’t even speaking to me.
I’m sorry, okay?
I hope Kaya, Rufus, Ben, Bailey, Ted, Gus, and Zapp are getting all the blog glory they deserve this week. Go check in with them; I’m going to go try to win Smalls’s affection back. I hear she’s a sucker for Snausages.
- Thanks to everyone who has asked about the safety of my family and me after hearing about yesterday’s tornado. It hit outside of my parents’ hometown, but they only had to deal with some heavy wind and hail. They and their house are perfectly fine.
- There’s a toddler toddling around the office who keeps coming to hang out at my desk. Nothing perks up an otherwise dull Friday afternoon like adorable toddler antics.
- I just made our very last tuition payment to Tim’s school. The end is in sight!
- Ben’s good buddy Gus is awaiting some potentially scary test results. I bet he’d like it if you stopped by and offered him some warm wishes.
- Our friend Jessie is coming down to visit tonight! I know she’s excited to see us, but I think the real reason she’s coming is because she hasn’t met Smalls yet. I can’t say I blame her . . . Smalls is a pretty good reason to make a 2-hour (or 12-hour) drive!
- I have to spend the rest of the 3-day weekend working on a freelance assignment. Do me a favor and tell me you have more exciting plans for the holiday so that I can live vicariously through your good times.