I had to chuckle and send this to Jon. I hear him talking to Sookie all morning as he gets ready in our bathroom. (He's always been "allergic" to cats, and was opposed to getting one.) She sits and stares at him, then starts meowing when he doesn't go downstairs quick enough to give her a morning treat. On weekends when he sleeps in, she just sits in the doorway and stares at him while he sleeps. I'll walk past her and go downstairs and she wont even blink at me. It's HIM that gets me my morning treat....
THE TILE AROUND THE KITCHEN WINDOW IS DONE! IT'S DONE!
Things are getting cozy, ya'll!
THE TILE AROUND THE KITCHEN WINDOW IS DONE! IT'S DONE!
It's been out of stock, and boy oh boy is it hard to pull out the wet saw, thin-set and grout, just to finish about 10 tiles. But I did it!!!
Random. But funny.