Slowly we're getting through the house. The downstairs is nearly done. All of the flooring should be in tonight.
As far as injuries go, this project has been relatively harmless. No stitches, broken bones, or trips to the ER . . . yet. So far, I cut myself on the arm when I put the chisel in my tool belt edge up. Then I slammed my right foot into a stack of flooring, giving myself a nice cut and a really good bruise. Can't wear anything but tennis shoes. I'll have a nice scar. And today I hit my left index finger with the hammer. Yesterday I was thinking the nail would fall off in time for the conference, but it's not looking too bad today, so I guess the nail will hang around. Home improvement is hard on the manicure.
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Ouch! Hammer to the finger? That sounds painful! I hope you'll continue the no serious injury streak. I'd hate to see you get hurt, cuts and bruises are bad enough.
Guess you'll be glad to know my nails have been breaking right and left lately and I have no plans to do anything with them.
See, I've been paying attention to the blog. No manicure for this girl. But uh, I have zero experience with tools other than a screwdriver so give me the easy projects okay?
About the hammer and nail episode...was the response CBA-approved?
Um, no. And it hurt so bad I forgot to swear in a foreign language. Luckily the kids weren't around.
Hey Malia, can you handle a tape gun? I can have you taping closed boxes as we pack.
Yep, those fingernails are the first thing to go when you do those home improvement jobs. But the price is worth it when they're done. :)
LOL, it IS a good thing the kiddos weren't around. My oldest daughter calls me out on the "C--P" word. AND, now that my 2 year-old has said it, I must censor my mouth. Not that it was that bad, mind you. Just the "C--P" word. Really.
Sorry to hear about the manicure. Treat yourself and go again:)
Hey girl, you'll have to share your battle scars with us at conference. And slap some OPI cherry red on that nail. No one will ever know. ;-)
At least my manicures are cheap because I do them myself. Back before I had kids, I used to put acrylics on myself. A little tricky but I'm ambidextrous, which helped.
I haven't decided if I should wear Chick Flick Cherry on nails and toes, or just toes and go with Aphrodite's Nightie on my nails, since it matches my formal dress. Thoughts? (not from Mike or Peter).
And, guess what? The floor will be done in about an hour! Yay! That just means I can get to the rest of my list.
Dang! You're beating yourself up pretty good.
Camy
I guess I need to find a CBA approved response to things. C--P is my favorite word when something goes wrong. But then again I'm not usually around little kids when things go wrong. :)
Jen, I think I can handle a tape gun. When we moved offices in the Navy you're talking to the girl who made and closed hundreds of boxes. Let's see if I still have the touch after six years. LOL
I guess I need to find a CBA approved response to things. C--P is my favorite word when something goes wrong. But then again I'm not usually around little kids when things go wrong. :)
Jen, I think I can handle a tape gun. When we moved offices in the Navy you're talking to the girl who made and closed hundreds of boxes. Let's see if I still have the touch after six years. LOL
Hey, y'all can say crap here. I don't care. :)
Have you seen Lisa Samson's (et al) latest blog about crap?
10:39 AM
Okay, I'm confused. Did I really read it this way?
"And today I hit my left index finger with the hammer. Yesterday I was thinking the nail would fall off in time for the conference, but it's not looking too bad today, "
How did you hit your nail the day after you thought it was going to fall off?
You know I love you and so I say, in total love, . . .?????????
Abundant blessings,
Jenny Cary
PS So how are your fingers today?
Can you people stop it with the sympathy, and start the prayers for me. How am I gonna handle Calvin and his big sister without Jen?
...and you had better watch her closely at the conference, lest she take a header while walking down stairs, because she was looking oddly at the Conceirge, wondering why that person has an odd looking scar on his forehead, reading some book by M.Snyder, talking on the phone, and telling some Conference goody-goody that there are no Starbucks within walking distance.
Babe, there's a Starbucks in the hotel. I know. I checked. Um, what credit card am I taking?
What? Somebody's reading my book? Duuuude...
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