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The Cleaning Projects: Part III

Tonight’s goal: Clean the bathroom top to bottom and fit all our stuff back in those two measly drawers they put on either side of the sink.

The entire contents of our bathroom on the floor. It’s like Where’s Waldo but for toiletries. Can you spot the eyeshadow? Yeah, me neither, which is partly why we’re cleaning.

A view of our now-empty bathroom. You can tell we’re only cleaning, not moving, because we left the toilet paper in the bathroom in case we needed to go and somehow couldn’t make it to one of the other two bathrooms in the house.

photos by me. If you use them without permission, I will send ninjas after you

Our First Garden Adventure

My wonderful Aunt Chris gave us everything we needed to start an herb garden (except for my trusty orange trowel and gardening apron–those were from Brad’s wonderful Aunt Mary), so last Saturday, we dug in. Get it, get it?

I’m afraid people will look at me in this picture and say, “Oh my gosh, there it is, she’s letting herself go a mere WEEK after being married!” But really, I was just having a bad hair day. And my clothes didn’t match. But whatever. At least I have an awesome garden apron equipped with garden gloves and a trowel.

Here I am planting. Ignore the socks with the shorts. I wear socks inside (and apparently outside) in an attempt to keep my feet clean and soft. I’ll keep you posted on how that goes.

More intense planting.

I am SO excited about our little herb garden AND my garden apron.

Trowel action shot.

And finally, the finished pot. I really think this will make our grounds (read: tiny patio) look lovely once it grows.

photos by Hot Brad

The Cleaning Projects: Part II

On Memorial Day, we hosted Jill and Jed for a grill out. But of course there were strings attached.

Jill excitedly popping unpoppable bubble wrap leftover from opening gifts, one of her many cleaning assignments.

We made Jed help carry some furniture downstairs. I didn’t take any pictures of that because the idea of my hot husband, muscles bulging, in the same photograph as my hot brother, muscles bulging, would send the female population of the Internet into foaming shrieks. I can’t have that.

We did reward them for their help.

On the menu: Grilled Teriyaki Chicken Kebabs with pineapple and peppers, fresh bread with olive oil (ok, so I just heated it up in the oven; it wasn’t actually homemade), and raspberry lemonade, courtesy of Jill’s mad lemon-squeezing skills.

The Cleaning Projects: Part I

Many of you are clamoring for updates on our newlywed life (that’s you, Mom!). I’m here to serve. So, in picture form, here is some evidence that we spent part of our honeymoon clearing out the entire second floor and relocating it to the living room so we could get our carpets cleaned. It’s probably more exciting than you can handle.

Here’s the view from the stairs. Notice all those unopened wedding gifts.

A shot at ground level.

The gifts blocking the doorway. I warned you that this would be more exciting than you could handle.

Had enough? Me too. So here’s a shot of one half of our new wine collection, courtesy of the Reinhardt tribe.

And the other half:

So, guys, as soon as we get the mess above picked up…party at our house!

all images by me, just in case someone else wants to steal and claim these babies as his or her own. That’s stealing and stealing makes me sad.