Harder than it looks

We kicked off this fine Saturday by taking Lucy Loo (who has a loose screw) to the vet.

Let me tell you how fun it was to wrangle her from her cage to a carrier while trying not to actually touch her because she's such a spazz.  We were sooooo validated when even our beloved and wonderful vet had to tote her around the office in her carrier rather than by actually picking her up.

The vet's diagnosis?  And I quote?  "Oh!  She's so cute!"

We were like, mm hmm, and can you tell us how to make her not hate us so much?  No luck there.  Time is all we have.  When we adopted her, the Dumb Friends League peeps thought she was about two years old but we thought she was younger and so did the vet.  She's somewhere between one and two - still a bit of a baby.

After a Sonic pit stop (duh), we schlepped some crap over to the new house and started our reno work for the day.  My chore, which I actually started yesterday, is to repaint the entire mantle.  Um, harder than it looks!

Before

G's task is equally as exciting:  replacing each and every screw holding the kitchen cabinets to the wall with stronger screws that drill into studs.  We learned during the inspection that if we left the weaker screws in and then filled the cabinets, they would come crashing down eventually.

I love the tile back splash!

We are realizing we don't have anywhere close to the amount of energy we had a few years ago when we moved into our VA house.  We used to work all day, then drive a couple of hours to the house, then work on it until late at night, and then we would both be at work the next day by 6:30 a.m.

These days we unload a few bags, slap on a couple of coats of paint, and call it good.

Now it's time to get horizontal for the rest of the night and study for the GRE read a book I'm using for my grad school critical essay.

At some point I'll have to summon the energy to make 75,000 deviled eggs for a picnic tomorrow.  But that'll have to wait because...can you hear that?...the couch is calling my name.