We've started the welcome process of taking down all our Christmas stuff. I can say "we" because I recruited Daughter to help gather all the holiday stuff and place it in a designated location, so I'm not finding things my eyes apparently slide right past throughout the spring and summer.
She promptly broke the "flame" off of one of the battery-operated candles we place in each window, rendering it non-functioning. She has been relieved of her duties.
This was one of the first things to go:
We are also evidently building shelves for our pantry today. We went and bought the lumber for it yesterday, and Derek keeps talking about measurements and notching and other things my brain glosses right over. What this brain does understand is that while Derek does mystical things with the wood in the freezing basement, I will be painting the pantry a nice, bright white, all the better to see the truly alarming number of cans of Ro-Tel we apparently possess. Why do we have so much Ro-Tel??
Although, if we're being honest, it's not Ro-Tel, it's Casa Mamita Diced Tomatoes and Chiles, which is the Aldi version of Ro-Tel. Also we have so many cans of the stuff because I buy it. Mystery solved.
We hauled the crappy wire shelves that came with the house and that we've lived with for 8 1/2 years out of the pantry last night, and the floor underneath got a proper scrubbing for the first time since I was pregnant with Caedmon and had to chisel a dead mouse embalmed in Karo Syrup that had tipped over at some point during the night and embalmed the mousy corpse in sugary goodness.
It's a laugh a minute around here, is what I'm saying.
So now the pantry is scrubbed and awaiting paint, which I suppose I have put off for long enough in writing this post. Blogging is good for so very many things.