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Want to know what is disgusting? I'm happy to tell you. It's other people's caulk.

I have recaulked bathtubs before, and no, it is never fun, but when all the grossness that accumulates in the caulked joints of a tub surround do not belong to you, and/or your immediate family members, it is just plain gross.

On the bright side, after way too many hours of scraping, scrubbing, razoring, prying, and other various failed methods, the old is gone and the new is ready to be applied. Tomorrow. When I'm not so grossed out!

This house has an all-in-one tub and shower. That's right, no caulk!

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The night of her Christmas program. She's dressed, brushed, braided, and missing her first tooth. The excitement was palpable I tell you. Palpable!

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When in search of a Christmas tree, always pick on up the steepest slope around. If you can't make it to the tree, turn around and slide down that slope to pass the time. One of the best lessons of childhood: make your own fun!

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Weiser. When I think about living there, I think about work. A lot of work. I guess that is to be expected with home ownership. Leaving was really hard. Moving on and letting someone else enjoy all that work was hard, but in a satisfying way. Here are a few pictures that our realtor took and used on her website.

 New concrete work in the front. New flower beds. New trees. New paint. New gate. New faucet.

New counters. New cupboard. New paint. Refinished floors. New window treatments. New ceiling. New lights. I really wish I had a good "before" picture of this room, because when I look at the "after" I can hardly believe it is the same room.

Goodbye Weiser house. You will forever hold many wonderful memories for our family!

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This was just one of the views on our drive home today. Road trips are always a little nicer when the scenery is amazing!

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Ten years in numbers: Three thousand six hundred fifty two days. Three states. Six moves. Two kids. Six cats. Five vehicles. Owned a trailer. Sold a trailer. Owned a house. Sold a house.

Ten years in love: Too much to measure!

Happy anniversary, Mike!

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Something I learned about myself today...when painting a room, I should never start the second coat in the same place I started the first coat. My anal retentively sharp lines and precise cutting in go rapidly by the wayside and are replaced by a half-assed close enough mentality by the end of the project. That said, the kids' room is painted. One more project crossed off the list!

That squeaky snow is here. This morning's walk to the bus was loud in a really cold way. Minus three degrees. Not quite free-your-nostrils-together cold, but getting there.

Also, I should nap with the boy more often. We snuggled and slept for two hours this afternoon and were both in much better moods because of it.