That's the height of my ability to articulate tonight. It turns out that grouting tile is really, really hard work. I think that if I grouted tile for a month or two, I would look like Michael Phelps. Well, like a girl Michael Phelps. Well, really, probably not like Michael Phelps at all because he's really tall and not Jewish and he has no body hair. Yeah, pretty much not like Michael Phelps.
I'm tired. From grouting.
We're not posting a picture tonight because it would be really undignified. Katherine is adhered to the bed like, well, grout, and I'm attempting to remember how to use my opposable thumbs.
I think we got a lot of stuff done in the house today, but honestly, I'm not sure I remember.
About Us
- Jen and Katherine
- Soooo tired of renovation. Tired of painting, really tired of sanding, tired of sawing, tired of running from the top floor to the parlor floor when we realize we need the linesman's pliers and then realizing they're in the closet on the top floor after all...