True to their word...

The incessant banging and pounding has stopped.

My husband came home early last night, and just looked at me. I looked back and said, "This has been going on since 8 am. I think I am going crazy."

I wish there was a way to show you the pitch of the roof. It is rather steep. Just a little. And high. Just a little. I don't know if I could do that.
But it's so pretty - and doesn't have any hail damage.

I've spent today catching up on a couple of etsy projects. I was going to do them last night, but my husband had other ideas.

He came upstairs to find me already in my softies curled up in bed. "Are you in bed for the night?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know... I was thinking about heading to the basement."

"Oh... Did you want me to come down?"

"If you want to..."

Trying not to sigh too hard, I crawled out of bed and headed to the basement. Compromise.

"We can't be too loud."

"I know. I'll shut the door."

It didn't take too long and I was into it as well...

Tenacious D. We rocked it.


Also, if anyone has a tried and true Pecan Pie recipe, I would really appreciate it. Everything else I'm very familiar with, but not Pecan Pie. Perhaps just a throwback from my husband's "Southern" upbringing, but it's something he likes for Thanksgiving.

Everything else is pretty much under control. I think...

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