Except for the floors and the tub and all the hair molecules that are stuck in the bead board. I'm saving those for Rob because I can't physically do them, and they are his hair molecules stuck in the bead board, so he should clean them. He's also in charge of making the front porch look presentable, and he will be making the turkey and the gravy since a) he knows what he's doing and does a really good job, and b) I don't like to touch raw meat. The rest of the stuff we will cook together. Because togetherness is so beautiful.
Leila will be in charge of dusting everything, including all the base boards, and I'm going to teach her how to polish the small amount of silver things that I have. She is also making place cards out of leaves.
I am feeling great! I don't know if its the anti-depressants, the birth control pills, or that my little nutty finally ran its course, but the sun is out, the trees are so stunning I could stare out the window all day, and I feel like my old self again! I have a therapy appointment this morning, and I have no idea what to talk about. Maybe the therapist and I should just high-five for 50 minutes, and then I'll write him a check.
Happy Thanksgiving, every body! Save room for dessert!
|View from my back door. Love it.|