So I have been meaning to publish this for a while. Last month, I was really stressing about which stroller to get. This is an important purchase for us because we walk to work currently, and will continue to walk to work AND daycare. (The daycare is 3 doors from Marc's office and 2 blocks from mine.)
As part of operation "De-crack House for Thanksgiving" I decided to tackle the stairs. There are numerous issues with these stairs. First, the design is a little crazy. The railing at the 2nd floor is, I believe, 20" off the finished floor. While Marc and I are completely used to it, it makes guests feel like they are about to plunge to their deaths. In addition, the treads are pine and the risers are oak, so it is not like we can strip and stain both and have it match and look nice. Nope.
Because when we bought this crack house, I promised him that he could design the kitchen...
But he could REALLY pick the cooktop... because I really didn't care about that....
I'm not proud of myself either, because when I fight, I fight dirty, and when I pout, I pout dirty. It went something like this:
I photoshopped a sad, frown-y face on the Maytag.
I even busted out the "I'm carrying your child."
I mean, he is a tough guy. He can carry heavy stuff. He owns a table saw and an F-150. He listens to Hockey Night in Canada for pete's sake!
And I PROMISE, PROMISE he can pick out the faucet with no interference from me.
A: The adjacent dishwasher that you bought ELEVEN months ago and never hooked up.
I'm really resisting the urge to put vise grips on it .
(You can take the girl out of Ohio, but you can't take the Ohio out of the girl.)