Or with them staggered off center like this?
What say you all?
Or with them staggered off center like this?
What say you all?
We couldn't be happier with how it turned out. Now everybody come visit us!
(Er, how many of you caught the appearance of that fancy new HD flat screen tv in the last shot? Sigh. The rest of the downstairs just looked so good that we couldn't bring ourselves to defile it by bringing our old, ugly, ginormous tube tv back in. Movie nights at our house from now on! In part because we can't afford to go out ever again.)
DAY 9: The chicken chili didn't taste so hot, but I was happy with this shot of the beans boiling.
DAY 10: Booze was imbibed at the Buble concert.
DAY 11: It was a happy Mother's Day with my mums, even if the Lakers did lose. She couldn't take her eyes off the tv....
DAY 12: It rained. In California. Yes, it did.
DAY 13: Self portrait from the car. Don't worry, I was parked. And listening to NPR. I loves me my NPR.
DAY 14: Awh. These bears live at my office.
DAY 15: My coworker, Minas, is a ham and loves getting his picture taken.
I ran out to do a couple of errands, came back an hour later, and they'd already done all this.
Then just a few minutes ago we peeked from the landing and saw this.
So long horrible eyesore created that infamous day when I dropped a bottle of orange oil cleaner onto the rug and then scrubbed it in vain so long and so vigorously that the carpet stretched and developed a wrinkle. Arg.
And adios embarrassing transition from the kitchen into the dining room. You've been hidden under a throw rug so long I almost forgot you were there. Almost.
And lest we forget the spot that started it all, hello tear in the linoleum. Nice knowing you. 
The two downsides to this day are 1) it's supposed to be 103 today and we're stuck upstairs and can't use the a/c because all the doors and windows are open downstairs, and 2) I have to find someway to entertain myself up here all day long. Here are my various plans and projects:
DAY 6: Before leaving for Oregon, I hid this note so that Matt would find it in the sheets when he went to bed that night. Because I'm sweet on him.
DAY 5: After dinner we spent a cozy time around the table drinking martinis and B's homemade liqeur. Yumminess. And, uh, deep sleep that night.
DAY 4: The Morrises have a great old Dutch door leading to the backyard.
DAY 3: I wish I was sitting back on their front porch this very minute.
DAY 2: Audrey screeches like a torture victim when she's being tickled, but if you stop she makes the sign for "more."
DAY 1: Portlanders are so cool, and it's reflected in their front porch still lifes.