But enough about you

I impulse-bought a waffle iron last night, and this morning I fought hard with it and won. The first "waffle" was a big gooey mess that overflowed the iron and stuck to the grid. Much fierce scraping and cursing ensued. The next two waffles separated in the middle but looked waffle-y from the outside. The final, fourth waffle, was perfect.

Emboldened by my victory, and fortified by fresh fruit and waffle-y goodness in my tummy, I moved on to the next big project. I changed out the horrid, outdated, half-functioning light fixture on the ceiling of Jon's bedroom for a modern brushed-nickel fixture. That turned out to be even dicier than the waffle making, but with some help I got that done too.

Now I rest.

We're spending our weekend getting Jon's house ready to sell. That means taking out almost all the stuff, and especially everything with any personality. Then we went to Linens 'N Things and filled up our cart with Bland. It's kind of fun, actually: like entering the witness protection program and deliberately buying only things I never would have bought in my previous life.