Open door policy

We've been living without a bathroom door for 2 days now.  Some of you might be thinking YIKES, but really, it hasn't phased us in the least.

See, with a cat who feels the need to be involved in everything, if you go in the bathroom (for ANY reason) and latch the door closed with her on the other side, you spend the entire time listening to her paw at the door and cry.  That would be little miss Olive.  

Yes, this picture does capture her in a "normal" state...which, for her, is INSANE!


So back to the door thing...

Our friends laugh at what they call our "open door policy", which is maybe TMI for some of you, but we aren't big on privacy in our house/marriage.  No matter what either of us is doing, the other is welcome to come into whatever room, during whatever event.  Changing clothes? Come on in! Talking on the phone? Be my guest! Taking a seat on the potty? Come talk about your day!  Why not???

So living without a bathroom door hasn't phased us, but we have guests coming this weekend.  They will probably want to "sit" and shower alone dontcha think? Although Olive will stick her paws under the door in hopes that someday she'll fit in that small space between the door and the floor...and Izzy will stare at her like she's insane (cuz she is).

Reason we have no door??  Biggest project of our lives thus far....painting ALL of the wood trim and ALL of the doors in our house.  Stay tuned!

Chambray?

Getting ready for work Friday morning (it has gotten pretty chilly here in PA) and figured I needed long sleeves and pants, but nothing too heavy.

I decided to go with this "chambray" shirt.  Now, as of Friday, I thought chambray was just a denim-looking article that was actually cotton and much softer and lighter-weight than denim.  Since then, I have come to learn that it actually has quite a bit more white than what this shirt is, but I'll still refer to it as my chambray shirt.

Since I work in an office setting and visit with customers, I can't look casual, but on Fridays I sometimes dress down a bit more.  So I say to Eric in the morning (as he's still in bed) "Hey, do the pearls negate the casual feel of this chambray shirt?"

His response, a groggy one at that, "I don't even know what those words mean".  Then he got up and walked around the house asking me how my "shmoshmorshin" outfit was treating me for the next 10 minutes until I walked out the door.

People always say to be "Oh, to be a fly on the wall in your house", and now I know why....

Life is stressful

Therefore.....I give you this...a great way to keep your hair out of your face while eating, because getting a noodle in your hair would make you look RIDICULOUS...

Photo courtesy of some random person on Pinterest.  Holy moly do I love the "Humor" category!

3 pronged hole

Our Tuesday evening can be summed up with no words, and simply a picture...

But, of course, you must hear the story behind it.

So we spent our Labor Day weekend at the cabin in Tioga County with 10 friends and had an AMAZING time as always.
Monday, when we got home, as usual, we had about 15 loads of laundry...that is obvi an exaggeration since we're only 2 people.

Anyways, it was time to start tackling the beast.  The first load of laundry dried for 70 minutes, that is correct, OVER an hour, and the dryer wasn't even warm and the clothes were SOAKED.

"I think we have a problem."  Not something anyone wants to say or hear on the day you get home from a great weekend but all you want is to sit on the couch all day and watch TV.

So what did we do?  Like the true lazy people we sometimes are, we opened the dryer door and left it for the next day.

Come Tuesday, Eric tries to run the dryer again, with no luck.

Tuesday evening, swap dryers.  When we moved into our house we already had a washer and dryer, but there was a set left there and already hooked up, so we decided to use what was there until it died and then we'd just have a backup.

Easy-peasy.  Unplug the old, move it 5 feet, move the new one over and just hook that puppy up.

In the words of my brother WRONG-O DONG-O.  Can't fit a 4-pronged plug into a 3-pronged hole.

I would have given up, gone to the hardware store the next day, purchased a new outlet and proceeded from there.  Not my husband though.  He has spent 2 summers now working with a friend of his who is a painter by trade but really a Jason-of-all-trades.  So Eric decides, "I know how to fix this", and proceeds to remove the plate covering the electrical wires and unscrewing the power cords. He's going to just swap them out.  I'm thinking "this is going nowhere".

Much to my surprise (sorry for doubting you my dear), about 35 min later the new dryer was in place, running like a dream and it was HOT!  YAY!!!
Who knew you could even do such a thing?!?!?

So Eric gets the award for being more valuable than I gave him credit for, and I award myself with the Best Assistant a Handyman Could Ever Have medal.  Yes, that's right folks, I sat on the basement floor the entire time, watching and saying "are you sure this is safe", "are you positive we won't burn our house down", and contributed no actual help.

Photos courtesy of Yahoo! Images