Nothing says spring in Montana like six inches of new wet snow — I’m thrilled, actually — we need the water very badly — it’s been so dry that I had pulled out the sprinklers before I went to Arizona.
My bathroom is all but done — we need to hang the towel bars etc… this afternoon, then it’ll be done! Of course, now I have to paint the pantry, kitchen and repaint my bedroom because the construction impacted all those rooms too, but the bathroom is done.
And my fake kids are home for Easter week — we had dinner over there last night — oh how I’ve missed the chaos — twins shouting, one small big-girl-meltdown, and then we all piled into the MH’s 1953 Pontiac and went to Dairy Queen for ice cream. A perfect evening. It’s good to be home.
