not how things look at our house
I'm taking a quick break from working on our bathroom, to eat a bite of lunch, and to send out a plea for a positive word.
Our dear friend Erica arrives for a week-long visit tonight. Robb and I have been trying to get our bathroom tidied, but even after a week with my head wedged beside the toilet, I don't think it looks appreciably better. It looks different, sure. Instead of looking like a wreck, it looks like a construction site.
Today is about the prettiest day imaginable, and I've spent the entire time in the bathroom.
Please send sympathy, and beer.