I'm sitting at my computer--it's 9:43 pm--waiting until my husband comes home. I have a baby in bed and a glass of wine in front of me, and am thoroughly enjoying the fact that I finally feel like writing in my blog for once. I only wish I had an hour to spend creating the perfect post, but I think I'd fall asleep with my head on the keyboard before 45 minutes passed, and the last bit of the post would look a bit like dfasjkl;fjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj.
Anyway. Did you notice the title? Yeah, that's right, I WON, BABY!
Wood floors? CHA CHING!
I will not tell you how I managed to break down my husband...let's just say that we made a deal.
And thus I have become...
Yes. That is what it came to, and that is JUST HOW BADLY I wanted my floors redone.
Oooh, don't be shocked. I'm sure all you married ladies have done the same. And if you haven't? I bet you're thinking to yourself right now, "Hmmm...how smart...Do something I have to do anyway, but actually get something out of it! Pure Genius!"