Liquid Electric

We are getting things done that should have been done forever ago around here. I told Max he wont get his Birthday present until I at least have baseboards. How's that for motivation! Why? Because I'm taking him to his favorite restaurant that Kalee calls "The Peanut Steak House", Texas Roadhouse (same menu as Roadhouse Grill for ya Californians). Still, you might be lost? Well, have I mentioned I only belong in the kitchen with a sponge and soap? He wants to eat for goodness sakes! So yes, tomorrow after my lovely annual and a half exam he will be nailing...the baseboards.

OK,OK, I'm going to hear it from my husband dearest if I don't explain the whole story as to why it's taken so long. "You see, the electrical could only support blah-blahhhh-bla-blah...." then my hearing came back...."and according to Google I have to change this or it will continue to short wah-wah-wah..." and when I lifted my head out of the water he said "but I need you to shut down the computer and come watch me in case something happens." WHAT? Woah partner...you talked to fast for me (knowing darn right well that's not true because Dawn is my Mom).

What am I supposed to do if 'something happens'?
"Oh just grab a piece of wood and knock me away."
Excuse me?
"Just don't use anything metal."
Your kidding right?

A few minutes after standing in the garage talking to the neighbor the air compressor kicks on. Max yelled, "Hey it works and I didn't even have to get out of this bucket of water".

You think I'm elaborating? Me? Ha! Tell ya what, come spend a day at my house!