Well, I walked in the door from work on Friday night and Matt was standing in the dining room wearing this.
Contrary to what you might think, he is not starting a landscaping business. He's just getting ready for the fall and hundreds and thousands and millions of leaves he hopes are going to fall on our lawn this fall.
After he took off his leaf blower, he made the BEST pizza for dinner and then went downstairs to work on our wall.
I haven't mentioned the great wall of Pennsylvania here because it's a difficult thing to talk about. It's part of the reason I haven't been blogging lately. I always blog at night in the family room, but for the past week or so the family room has looked like this, and the time spent down there wasn't exactly relaxing.
The first floor of our home originally had a garage and a family room. The previous owners expanded the family room into the back half of the garage. And then, instead of making a wall between the family room and garage, they just stood two bookcases up and called it good.
It looked nice, but it wasn't insulated, so it was freezing downstairs in the winter, and there were gaps where you could see into the garage. There also weren't any electrical outlets so anything we wanted to plug in had to be plugged in around the corner. Painting the family room is the next project on our list, and building a wall is part of that project.
Matt slid the bookcases out last weekend waited until the room looked like this to tell me, "Might not be able to get drywall up for a few weeks, so welcome to the garage family room!!!" He said that last part in a game show host voice like it was FUNNY while I had a heart attack on the couch.
Luckily for both of us things moved quickly, and we have a wall.
On Saturday afternoon the mail was delivered, and with it two shipments of freeze-dried food from Patriot's Pantry.
You might be wondering what Patriot's Pantry is, and I'm here to tell you it's "food for the self-reliant patriot."
Which I am now, evidently.
If tragedy strikes Matt and I can live for 6 days on freeze-dried Traveler's Stew or Liberty Bell Potato Cheddar Soup.
Matt walked into the kitchen when I was taking these pictures and asked what I was doing.
"I'm taking a picture of this so I can write a blog about it, because it's funny," I told him.
"It's not funny," he said, "it's serious."
You say Granny's Homestyle Po-tay-to Soup, I say Granny's Homestyle Po-tah-to Soup.
On Saturday night I was cooking actual potatoes on the skillet for dinner. The knob on the glass lid was loose, so Matt got a tool to tighten it up.
I walked over to the sink while Matt tightened the knob, and unfortunately, as my dad would say, he didn't know his own strength because he tightened it too much and the entire glass lid exploded.
Teeny tiny pieces of glass flew EVERYWHERE.
All over the floor. The counters. Into both sinks. Into the dishwasher, which was open. Into the potatoes on the stove. And, worst of all, into Matt's arm, which was bleeding everywhere.
We both stared at each other for about five seconds, and then jumped into action washing Matt's arm, getting the glass out of it, getting out the shop vac, and sweeping up the shards.
On the plus side, no glass got into Matt's face and my kitchen floor has never been cleaner.
But that's the story of how we ended up spending a wild Saturday night at Bed Bath and Beyond cashing in our 20% off coupon for a new skillet.
We got a new one, but it also has a glass lid and I'm a little gun-shy to cook with a glass lid again.
Maybe I'll just serve Traveler's Stew for the new few days.