Two Steps Back

Things are moving fairly slowly on the stairs. I'm in a bit of a funk lately, which makes it hard to find the motivation to pull out a ton of staples from stairs, strip wallpaper, etc., when I'd rather be curled up in bed, with a glass of wine and good book, under my big, fat, fluffy, down comforter, you know what I'm sayin'?

Of course you do.

The dust from the drywall is overtaking our house and I have just about given up on even trying to contain it or clean it until the year 2013, which is when I predict this project will be done.

You know that old adage, "Measure twice, cut once?" Well, I did, Brian did, my dad did, and we still screwed up. We have come to a screeching halt until we can get out and buy new treads. And risers.

Did I mention the first ones were cut wrong? Right.

The mistake was really no one's fault. Just one of those things that you don't realize is not right until you put it together.

I bought the wrong paint on Sunday. I wanted "Swiss Coffee". I got "White".

I blame a certain store for not keeping their stock organized on the shelves - something I noticed while grabbing the aforementioned gallon of paint.

I do NOT blame myself for grabbing the wrong thing and not checking.

Oh, and the refrigerator freezer decided to defrost itself overnight for the bazillion time without warning.

Which would be fine, except I went to the grocery store Sunday.

Tonight we'll be having ham, bacon, pierogies and scallops.

Yum.