A Hole In My Life

The hole to which I refer is in the middle of house, thereabouts, and is where the stairs to our finished attic used to be. It's OK, they didn't collapse. In fact, we hired people to come and remove them prior (just) to a collapse. Still, there's a bunch of stuff up there that I need. The stairs came out slightly sooner than I'd expected. This is what I get for expecting the unexpected. I should have gone a more logical route there. Really, 'expect the unexpected' is terrible advice. We should absolutely expect the expected, but, should the unexpected arise, be ready to adapt.

I have pictures of the progress on the stairs, which I am sure you are dying to see. I have pictures of our weekend in Williamsburg, and pictures of some other stuff. I can't put them here, though, because the computer to which I upload them is...what do you call "upstairs" when there are no stairs? Above me.

So, while you wait for these pictures, here's a shot of Lydia I took with my phone while writing this post. Look at those eyes. Can't you see she loves you? Don't you want to pet her? WHAT? You're petting [insert the name of any other pet here]?!? Oh no you didn't! Lydia will bite you! This is Lydia time, hoss, you better recognise! You think you're going to ignore Lydia and go back to your little laptop? Lydia will poop on your clean laundry. Lydia don't play. Well, unless you're playing with Lydia. Did you want to go play? Lydia will bring you a toy. Sit tight. Lydia will bring you one of the kids' toys, which she has improved by removing the eyeballs and chewing off the feet...