Home stuff

Our house is being painted today. We got a notice from the HOA on Friday that a crew would be painting woodwork on our homes this week. Sure enough, when I retrieved the recycling bin this morning, the crew was working a few houses down from ours. They've been painting the soffit for about twenty minutes now and Margie is avidly watching the action -- which consists of the ladder shaking and moving about -- through the living room window.

Hubbyfink removed the screens from the windows at the front of the house, per the notice's instruction, yesterday. He's now removing the screens and storm windows from the back of the house because he doesn't trust me to do it properly. I can't blame him on questioning my abilities given last night's...

Reason number [whatever] I shouldn't be trusted with the laundry: I caused a small flood in the basement while trying to wash pillows. I'm pretty sure I know (now) what I did. At the time, however, I thought there was a problem with the pipes or washer. The 'fink and I spent a very worried wash cycle waiting for another deluge which, thankfully, never came.

I'm very quickly losing my domestic goddess street cred.

Because the internet continues to care about my cat and paint job

Painter guy has the front door open so he can paint said door all the way to the edges (good thing I'm working from home), and Margie is being a very good supervisor and is watching his every move from the safety of the caneback chair. Surprisingly, she hasn't tried making a break for freedom.

I'm so excited about the new paint. The facade has been pretty shabby, but because the exterior of the unit is the condo association's responsibility, I'd been gritting my teeth about the paint condition until I could figure out the steps for requesting new paint.

The painter is very good. He did a fantastic job on the muntins, getting no paint on the window panes. The poor guy is melting the afternoon sun which beats down on the front of the house. I gave him a bottle of water.

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So. Hubbyfink and I are watching "Blue Planet: Seas of Life" and there was a bit where a crab ate a starfish and was then pounced upon and eaten by an octopus. I turned to Hubbyfink and exclaimed, "It's like a seafood turducken!"

Do people even eat starfish? I can't imagine there's much worth eating... Nevermind. I just remembered that Samantha Brown ate a fried starfish on a stick when she was in China. The "Bizarre Foods" guy has probably choked one or two down as well.

And? Baby squid are freaking adorable! Adult squid give me the willies in the worst way, but newly-hatched, not-quite-sure-how-to-swim-yet baby squid? Too cute for words.