So, I decided over the weekend I wanted the dining room redo DONE. I mean, there comes a point when I just can't take it "almost there" anymore.
Needless to say, I'm whooped. I mean, I kissed my husband last night just for insisting years ago that we get a hot tub. Uh, yeah. I have never enjoyed that sweet bliss of boiling hot water more than the past two nights. My body has been spanked by this
