"they just don't speak of it."

so...if y'all go back HERE, you can read the story of memorial day '08. i like to (lovingly) refer to that day as "the BEGINNING OF THE END." really. our house flooded...and that began the ugly cycle of flood, more flood, new floors (literally to' up from the flo' up), sick puppy, puppy funeral, cancer numero uno, papa surgery, cancer numero dos, chemo 1-f (f is for father...or whatever else), chemo 1 - m, radiation 1 - m, chemo 2 - f. my sister likes to throw in her wedding...but technically that happened before the Great Flood, so it is null and void, however happy it might have been.

so. yesterday was totally uneventful - thankfully! i literally sat on the sofa almost all day except for the time when i was (1) marinating chicken for dinner and (2) picking paint colors and (3) watching the jon & kate plus eight marathon.

which brings me to today.

the painters came. and they were a.mazing. i can't even publish the price because it was so cheap. but...lord have mercy. apparently, a paint can went on top of the cabinet in the master bedroom "potty closet." why anyone would put a can of paint on a cabinet in a potty closet is beyond me. 

but my favorite part of the day? jon's account of the conversation he had with the head painter immediately following. "uh, sir...i'm really sorry, but we made a mistake and put a paint can on top of the cabinet in your master bath and it crashed down on your toilet and broke it into a million little pieces." 

jon: "oh."

head painter: "do you have any idea how we might re-hang the cabinet?"

jon: "um, no...you see, sir...i'm not really handy. that's why i'm paying you to paint my house."

head painter: "oh. so...before we finish painting the house, we'll go ahead and fix that."

jon: "that would be great."

so, then jon gets the brilliant idea that we should just buy a new throne for the potty closet...in the long run, it's better for the painters...on account of they don't have to buy a new tank. and couldn't we use an upgrade? so...after a dinner of homemade jalapeno crabcakes, the whole family trekked off to lowe's.

after finding the most beautiful toilet ever (with a matching tissue holder), we came home to figure out that the hardwoods in the hall were warping. again. 

y'all. this better be the prettiest. paint. job. ever. 

because i can't take much more. really, i can't. i promise i'll post pictures of the results...because our bedroom? our bedroom is sharkey gray. as in martha's decorator-genius kevin sharkey gray. and it is oh, so pretty. not sure if it's worth the drama.

i apologized to dennis for being the most dramatic family ever. and he said, "i'm sure everyone has this drama, they just don't speak of it."

nope.

because i'm itching to post

i just felt the need to write. this has been a long week...not for any good reason. just long. having a big girl's job isn't all it's cracked up to be. sometimes it's kind of hard. 

and sometimes, you really don't have a whole lot left for your family. time...i can find time. but somehow...i just want to hit the pillow and pray for a good dream when i find that time. i think i realized that i'm in too deep when i didn't want to cook.

i love to cook...more than most any other hobby. and last night i almost called pizza hut on the way home. i didn't, because according to jon, one of the things that dennis loves most about being an american is being able to eat the food that i cook. and that makes me boundlessly happy, so i figured pleasing dennis is better than just giving up. and anyway, i always get a break on fridays on account of family mexican.

but anyway...

jon and i are off on an exciting birthday jaunt this weekend. to atlanta. only we won't be shopping in posh shops or searching out rap stars. nope...we'll be screaming our heads off on the roller coasters at 6 flags. i do love my crazy husband. i did make him promise an ikea trip...and that i could drive so that we could bring back any furniture :)

hope you all have wonderful weekends.