Sometimes owning a home really blows. Literally and figuratively.
Literally, because at this moment, I am taking a very short break from helping the boss fill our attic with fluffy pink blown-in insulation that, along with our shiny new windows, will hopefully make us A LOT warmer. Note: 1950s houses are long on charm, but very, very short on energy efficiency.
Figuratively, because wow, does it suck sometimes to be a homeowner, making you do jobs you really don't want to do. Jordan gets the fun part - pointing a hose into the attic and dispersing little pink puff balls. All while wifey here is in the back yard, FREEZING, loading packages of insulation into a machine then babying said machine because it doesn't work properly unless you have your hands in it at all times.
To give Jordan credit, he didn't realize he signed me up for the much harder, more tiring, and overall horrible job of the two. But he did. So as he climbs back into the attic with his hose, think of me shivering in the back yard, eyes bloodshot and hair full of little pink bits. JUST how I wanted to spend my afternoon.
Here's to a warm and cozy, insulated weekend!