D and I have been going to yoga classes with a friend of mine. I like it. It makes me feel pretty tough. So tough, in fact, that when I got home from class last night I straight ripped a cabinet door off it’s hinges.
I’m certain this is due to my new muscle mass and not just shoddy craftsmanship. So obviously I felt the need to brag and sent this picture to my work-out-freak/MMA fighting brother.
And now a word on Tanner. He likes to pretend to eat people in pictures.
Mostly my son.
No, really. He’s done it since the early days.
And also our grandma.
Anyway, I informed him that I’m basically the Incredible Hulk now and he should probably watch what he says around me. ~flexes~ We have plans to become the first brother/sister fighting duo. I’d appreciate it if you’d refer to me as Amy “Cabinet Killer” McCarter from now on.
In other incredible news, my D built us a sweet new base for the dining room table.
Also, he buys me flowers every week. No big. We bought two banquettes, but left the room like this for a few days to make sure we really wanted two banquettes. Turns out I did.
So much fancy! The holes in the wall are where the sconces that match the chandelier live. I don’t looooove it, but I don’t haaaate it either. So we’ll stick with what we’ve got until brilliance strikes. Curtains are on their way. On the hunt for a primitive looking painting of a cow.
The problem with me is: I create something I want in my head that doesn’t actually exist. So I either have to live with a second rate version or figure out how to make it myself. (read: get someone else to make it for me.) And I ain’t no painter.
It’s hard to be me, sometimes.