At the Dumb Friend's League before we took her home. |
A couple of months later, her little stingray buddy joined the family. |
We made the genius discovery that the promise of treats will get her butt back into her cage for the night. |
In other news...
To the relief of our neighbors, we finally got outside and did some yard work. And by "we," I mean a hired mowing service. And me wielding some potting soil and spray paint.
In many ways, we have the perfect house (for us) here in Denver. It is just the right size, solidly built, in a safe and settled community. But it has no color. I mean, no color. It was built in the '70s and looks the part. As much as we would love to add new trim and repaint the siding, that's not exactly in the B-decided-to-leave-her-well-paying-job-and-stop-making-money budget.
So, I decided a little spray paint might do the trick and boy, was I right! It looks a little smurf-y, but the Denver sun will dull it in no time, and at least it took some of the blah-ness away. My goal for the next few weeks is to tackle the other side of the house, and more of the front yard area, not pictured here.
BEFORE
Notice the nothingness. But at least the yard is mowed. |
AFTER
Color! |
To keep up the renovations, I also scampered to World Market and bought new serving bowls. I've been needing to do this for a while and was finally pushed into action by the thought of Supper Club at my house tomorrow night, as well as several summer guests.
No more square, chipped monstrocities!
I went all cray cray and decided to mix-and-match. |
Other than that, my loves, I have been reading (forfunohmygosh!), prepping lesson plans for next week, and contemplating cleaning the house for tomorrow. G has a very important guest visiting (more on that soon), so they have been hitting the trails and going to see all the dorky movies that are out, like Captain America and Godzilla.
G asked if I wanted to go with them, and once I stopped laughing and wiped my eyes, I reminded him that we have been married almost 13 years and, by golly, he should totes know better than to ask stupid questions like that.
Lunch calls. And perhaps a re-run of Orphan Black. It's nonstop excitement over here.
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