True love is a man who stands outside in the freezing, windy rain (yes, the thermometer in the background says 30 F) cutting tile with a wet-saw to finish this backsplash


to coordinate with this (filthy, but that's a project for another day) shower surround after having already tiled this identity challenged ex-laundry room (that as of this week stopped being his personal office space and became my pantry) that he had previously vowed to NEVER tile


- all without a moments complaint and all to please this fastidious female.
I am one very lucky girl - who is, by the way, in love with the cute guy in the garbage bag and his freshly tiled floor and backsplash. I'm also in love with the fact that all my beautiful tile was less than a buck a square foot and that the potty chair seen in picture #2 is now regularly used by a certain little boy who successfully wore his big-boy underwear to school today.
PS Is it fundamentally wrong to enjoy the blatant use of run-on sentences? I think it must be, but enjoy it I did.


to coordinate with this (filthy, but that's a project for another day) shower surround after having already tiled this identity challenged ex-laundry room (that as of this week stopped being his personal office space and became my pantry) that he had previously vowed to NEVER tile


- all without a moments complaint and all to please this fastidious female.
I am one very lucky girl - who is, by the way, in love with the cute guy in the garbage bag and his freshly tiled floor and backsplash. I'm also in love with the fact that all my beautiful tile was less than a buck a square foot and that the potty chair seen in picture #2 is now regularly used by a certain little boy who successfully wore his big-boy underwear to school today.
PS Is it fundamentally wrong to enjoy the blatant use of run-on sentences? I think it must be, but enjoy it I did.
