too much money, except, not.

You know, some days you're just sitting around thinking, "geez, I have too much money. What could I possibly be spending it on??" Those are the sort of days that you should go to Lowe's and Home Depot, because that is the only possible time that it makes sense. Unfortunately, we do NOT have too much money, so forking over what we did today--that hurt. But, we have now purchased a new bathroom vanity, counter, mirror and cabinet, light fixture, towel holder and toilet paper holder, bathroom faucet, new register covers for three rooms, caulking, floor stain, door threshold strip, and two lamps. Oh, my aching wallet. The vapid girl behind the counter at Home Depot wished us a good day as we rolled a cart and a flat pallet away, after signing over Ducky's inheritance to her, and I looked at the carts, and looked at my wallet, and then said, "No." M laughed, as he is wont to do when I am funny, but Vapid Girl just blinked and looked confused (as she is, apparently, wont to do.) Jokes just don't work as well when you have to explain them, you know?

What I don't understand is how the need for a nursery caused us to remodel our guest room. M and I, we are loony. I also don't understand how this whole project necessitates M buying more power tools. He says his belt sander is now "broken" and so he needs to stop and buy one tomorrow. I think he is "lying" because he likes buying tools. No, I'm kidding. If he was going to need to buy power tools, he probably wouldn't have picked something that he already had. It occurs to me that if he's buying tools for it, refinishing the hardwood floors in that room will no longer be the cheapest solution to the floor situation.

I am getting more and more anxious to see this room and bathroom completed, because it's looking really, really nice at the moment. It's going to be frustrating once it's done, because we need to give it at least a few days to air out before we can move our bed in there. It's so flipping cold right now that we can't exactly open the windows, either. Right now, it's fourteen degrees at our house (M got one of those indoor-outdoor thermometers for Christmas, so I am kept very well informed on the weather statistics these days) and that is cold enough for even the Swede in residence to curse bitterly about the temperature. He wants me to add that it is zero, Fahrenheit, with the windchill. I am really missing those balmy, sixty degree January days right about now. I may have been fretting about global warming along with the rest of you, but it sure would be nice if it came back...