We have a new bathroom. Mostly. There is one wall that lacks paint because I can't get the spackle smooth enough yet. And the closet door hasn't been returned to its hinges for two minor reasons. (1) It's now 3/4" too tall for the opening since we put in the new tile. Ah...say the professionals, this is what happens when homeowners lay their own tile and cannot restrain themselves from thinking more cement under the tile = better. And then they can't be bothered to go buy a circular saw just to cut 3/4 of one inch off one door. And (2) we can only find one hinge-pin. Details.
Also, the huge plate-glass mirror that was over the old vanity -- the old, dark-walnut brown vanity with the seriously pink sink, classy! -- is now 2" too tall to be mounted over the new, taller, maple vanity and under the new light fixture. Even if we could afford a circular saw, I don't think they're recommended for trimming glass.
So I hung up an antique mirror we got for our wedding that hasn't found a place in this house yet. It's a little small for an over-vanity thing, but it's really lovely.
Of course, Son can't see into it, even standing on a stool. The other night he was all ready to go, toothbrush loaded, when he paused. I thought he was missing the mirror, so I asked, "Do you want me to pick you up so you can see to brush?"
"No," he said, nonchalantly waving his toothbrush in the air. "It's okay. I remember where my teeth are."
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Ask a Silly Question...
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6 comments:
HA! Of course he does - what were you thinking?!
Smart guy! And funny too. Can you ask for anymore more? LOL.
LOL! The question is, do you rememer where YOUR teeth are??
Yes, MM, I think I can. At least, I know where they are not, which is almost the same thing. They are, as my latest post would suggest, NOT eating cake.
DMD and Ohmommy...Clearly not my best thinky moment. At least Son thinks for both of us!
That is HILARIOUS!
Yes, Mrs F, we aim for hilarity around here. Of course, it mostly only happens when we aren't aiming... (I'm pretty sure there's a potty joke in there, but I can't think of it right now.)
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