Do you know how annoying it is to paint over linolium? It's sanding, washing, washing with trisodiumphosphate, washing with soap water, priming, trying to keep dogs and cats off wet primer, painting dark blue, keeping dogs and cats off again, painting again, keeping dogs and cats off once again, realizing all the spots you missed, having blue hands and blue feet, running out of paint, buying new paint, painting over the spots you missed, realizing that the floor is even more uneven, breathing in fumes, keeping dogs and cats and you off (even though you really need a snack and you just painted in front of the fridge)....

I HATE PAINTING FLOORS.

And if you didn't have enough energy to read the entire run on sentence above, I don't blame you. Try actually doing all those things....

And I still have to varathane the goddamn thing. Twice!

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The other night, Ty and I lit a bonfire and decided to set off some bottle rockets. They're super fun and make really loud noises.

About an hour after we had stopped setting the rockets off, we put out the fire and came inside. There was a knock at the door. A police officer walked in, and asked if we were the ones letting off the fireworks. We informed him that they weren't fireworks, but firecrackers, and he told us that many-a-neighbor were complaining, and we couldn't set any more off.

He didn't tell us it was illegal, he didn't tell us that we had to stop, just that it was scaring the neighbors and that it's not "a usual thing, having firecrackers let off in the middle of October."

But I LOVE my bottle rockets!