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The chimney sweep is coming tomorrow at ten. Seriously. A chimney sweep! I am barely adjusting to home ownership, but we have people coming out now whose sole function is to clean out fireplaces? That is awesome. Although that must be one of the worst jobs ever. But maybe tomorrow night we'll be able to light a fire for the first time.. we've been afraid to before. Of course, we still have no furniture in the living room so I'm not sure what good that will do us.
I have a lot of things to say but there is a clog in the pipes somewhere that is preventing me from doing so. I guess sometimes the struggle between disclosing the Things that you think about and NOT disclosing them is harder than it is at other times. I don't know, that doesn't make any sense. Pretend that it does and we'll be fine.
Our bedroom smells like easter eggs. The vinegar water solution for stripping wallpaper seems to be working really well, but it certainly does give an.. interesting.. aroma to the room. The overpowering smell of fabric softener from the solution we were previously using was making me queasy, though. We only have one wall plus a bit left, except that tonight we remembered that the closet has wallpaper, too. We are contemplating leaving it as it is.. it was painted white, so it's not that obnoxious blue color, and stripping paper in the closet will be a pain in the ass. On the bright side, I perfected my stripping-angle technique tonight, and there is less drywall paper peeling off now. Somewhat less, anyway.
Boyo is lingering over my chair, waiting for me to post this mess and go to bed. Mustn't disappoint the boy, who actually fell for it when I suggested that cleaning the standing freezer downstairs that came with the house was his responsibility because it is in the basement, which is totally his domain. Yay! But I think perhaps that he just realized that it needed done pretty soon because he so cannot be trusted with going grocery shopping alone, and this weekend when he went? He opened the freezer and a bunch of bags fell out. So he bought them, and instead of coming home with a bag of frozen broccoli, he came home with approximately eight bags of frozen vegetables. It was a very tight fit, but we managed to stuff them all in. (Love love love the fridge we bought.) And so, it is going to be very necessary very soon that we have additional freezer space, because I am married to a dork who apparently believes in massive quantities of frozen produce. Actually, he will buy anything he can in bulk if I don't stop him.
I have a lot of things to say but there is a clog in the pipes somewhere that is preventing me from doing so. I guess sometimes the struggle between disclosing the Things that you think about and NOT disclosing them is harder than it is at other times. I don't know, that doesn't make any sense. Pretend that it does and we'll be fine.
Our bedroom smells like easter eggs. The vinegar water solution for stripping wallpaper seems to be working really well, but it certainly does give an.. interesting.. aroma to the room. The overpowering smell of fabric softener from the solution we were previously using was making me queasy, though. We only have one wall plus a bit left, except that tonight we remembered that the closet has wallpaper, too. We are contemplating leaving it as it is.. it was painted white, so it's not that obnoxious blue color, and stripping paper in the closet will be a pain in the ass. On the bright side, I perfected my stripping-angle technique tonight, and there is less drywall paper peeling off now. Somewhat less, anyway.
Boyo is lingering over my chair, waiting for me to post this mess and go to bed. Mustn't disappoint the boy, who actually fell for it when I suggested that cleaning the standing freezer downstairs that came with the house was his responsibility because it is in the basement, which is totally his domain. Yay! But I think perhaps that he just realized that it needed done pretty soon because he so cannot be trusted with going grocery shopping alone, and this weekend when he went? He opened the freezer and a bunch of bags fell out. So he bought them, and instead of coming home with a bag of frozen broccoli, he came home with approximately eight bags of frozen vegetables. It was a very tight fit, but we managed to stuff them all in. (Love love love the fridge we bought.) And so, it is going to be very necessary very soon that we have additional freezer space, because I am married to a dork who apparently believes in massive quantities of frozen produce. Actually, he will buy anything he can in bulk if I don't stop him.
