In my last post, I said something like "my house is in a state of total destruction." HA.
Well, let me just say, I had NO IDEA.
It got much, much worse.
The absolute only good thing about it (well, besides the finished product) was getting to see the throbbing, bulging muscles this man can sport.
Whoooo-wee. You can sand my ceiling any time.
Matt knew with all the mess he made, that he needed to butter me up- so he took me on a date. With the muscles and the mess, I didn't need much coercing, let me tell ya.
I pretty much stink at bowling- but I sure do have fun. (And isn't bowling WAY more fun now that there isn't any cigarette smoke clouds hovering over your head and making fuzzy the view of the pins? Amen to that.) Matt on the other hand- is awesome. (Stinker.)
BUT. BUT. By the third game, his arms were getting tired (hmmmm- I wonder why?) and mine were warming up. I actually got a strike.
TWO strikes.
I am so awesome.
Never mind about that sixth round. M'kay?
You are so stinkin' cute! :D (don't ya just hate and feel awkward and don't know what to say when people say that??!!) ;)
ReplyDeletemuch enjoyed this post - and that picture of you is super cute - my theory is that you were a bit distracted by dreamy 'sand my ceiling' reminiscence during that sixth round -
ReplyDeleteLooks like So Much Fun! Makes me wanna get out there and BOWL! :) Maybe we should bowl together, we might both make each other look good ;)
ReplyDeleteAt least your's knows enough to wear 'protective' gear. Colin would do a bunch of the sanding AND THEN think to put on a mask.
ReplyDeleteRebecca, your face has gotten so thin!!! You look great!!! :D
ReplyDeleteREALLY Leah? That is so exciting to hear! Thank you for saying so!
ReplyDeleteYes, Rebecca! REALLY!!! And you're welcome. :D
ReplyDeleteFor the record, Leah, the rest of her has, too. :)
ReplyDelete(She won't say it, so I will!)