Going up: New windows. It was time. Every single window is being replaced in our house and, as you can imagine, chaos reigns supreme. Banging, pounding, hammering. Vacuuming. I am holed up in our family room—the one room where windows do NOT need replacing (only because those were replaced post hurricane).
Going: To Scotland. This is meant to be Joe’s
retirement trip—all those golf courses in Scotland called his name whereas Jamie
Fraser called mine. Ha!
Not going: At least not this month. Originally, Joe had
planned to retire this week, but the Powers that Be convinced him to stay until
the end of August. So, what was supposed to be Retirement then Trip, is now
Trip then Retirement.
Not going: Me, to the bathroom. With a person at every single
window, I cannot GO. This may turn into an issue.
And on that note, I leave you with this because it pretty much goes with all the above ...
