Crybaby wrote:Well, as you all know, I have no smart phone so I have no pictures of the food. But Al, the guy doing all the work at our house, came for Christmas and brought Anna, the woman who rents a room from him. They came for Thanksgiving, too, along with my late sister's husband, Ed, who went to Wisconsin for Christmas to visit his sister. We had such a good time for Thanksgiving that we wanted to do it all over again at Christmas, which we did. Ed announced at Thanksgiving that he'd be in Wisconsin for Christmas where he bragged he would be waited on hand and foot -- he said something akin to, "I'll just have to sit on the sofa watching TV (knowing Ed for more than 50 years, it's more like he'll be lying on the sofa taking up valuable seating space), and people will bring me drinks, snacks, appetizers and whatever I want." We all laughed but my heart ached for his sister, who's been taking care of her husband, a retired attorney who is quite disabled now from what I've learned over the years. All she needs is someone else to wait on but I sure hope it's his nieces and nephews and their spouses and kids who are at his beck and call.
Anyway, in the middle of me getting everything together, Al jumped up and came behind the island where I was working and took a selfie of the two of us. I looked at the picture and said, "You can tell you're a guy. You never take a selfie from "underneath" a woman's face, since our neck is never the part of us we like looking at as we get older." Everyone howled, so he deleted the first pic and he took another one. Now, it's not the best picture I ever took but it passed the test to show you guys. I told him later on he'd have to take some pics of my "new" kitchen and dining room. You can only see a tiny bit of my stovehood over his head and my bread machine to the right on my little desk under the window and the bay leaf wreath I ordered for the holidays. You can also see a teeny bit of the new gray wood-look porcelain floor to the right of my head -- he laid it in a herringbone pattern in that alcove by the door since the floor dipped so badly in front of the back door. (It wasn't noticeable until he tried to lay long tiles over that space, as they would've snapped in two when someone stepped on them if they had been laid in long pieces like the rest of the kitchen due to the severe dip.) That little alcove looked so good and I had a lot of extra tile so I had him lay the tile like that in the half-bath too. It takes a lot more tile (and labor) to lay it in a herringbone pattern which is the only reason I didn't have him do the whole room like that.
Al promised he'd take more pics of the kitchen when I give him the all clear when it's neat and clean to show you guys. I'll try and talk Brian into getting in a picture with me, too.