Rather than blogging I should be mopping. Blogging is just way more fun. In fact, most things are more fun than mopping.
Robert's fast asleep, R is at a Jags game and I am being serenaded by "Your the one I love" by David Grey, in addition to the dishwasher and Robert's lullaby tunes. One thing I have learned lately- you can never have to much noise. Oh, and I can't forget Macy whining at the door for the third time in 15 minutes. No worries, she doesn't have to go.
At first glance this is an oven. A nice oven. Before Robert we used it to bake, cook and the drawer was to warm things. These days it looks like this:
It is full of all sorts of anything Robert wants to store in there. He is going to make a good engineer.
