AUTHOR: Julie DATE: 11/10/2007 ----- BODY:
We did some Veterans' Day weekend shopping today, including a stop at Home Depot to pick up a big five gallon bucket of paint.

Even though the bathroom construction is done, life in our house hasn't returned to normal yet. Kevin's been scraping the acoustic popcorn off the ceiling of our bedroom. It's not too hard -- you spritz the popcorn with water and then use a paint scraper to peel it off -- but Kevin says it smells like vomit. (Strangely, I don't smell a thing.) After the popcorn's gone he'll repaint the ceiling and then start laying down the new flooring.

Here's the hard part for me. Unlike Kevin, I actually enjoy painting, but unfortunately I'm not allowed near the stuff in my current state. This happened the last time I was pregnant too. We had designed these awesome magnetic walls for the dining room, but Kevin had to do all the painting by himself -- all five layers of it!

So here I sit, far away from the painting supplies, just twiddling my thumbs. Meanwhile we're still sleeping in the dining room, and Daisy is still living with my parents. Kevin hopes to finish the bedroom in a couple of weeks (at least I'll be able to help during the floor laying portion). The day after Thanksgiving Kevin -- with the help of his brother -- is going to do some very loud (i.e. dog unfriendly) demolition work in the house, but after that we should be able to bring Daisy home.

So other than paint, we also bought a lot of clothes. We navigated across four freeways for a special trip to South Coast Plaza because they have the only H&M with a men's section worth visiting in Southern California. Since I don't buy their women's clothes, I think of the place as Kevin's store and have thus dubbed the place Homosexuals & Metrosexuals. It's a fun place to people-watch and be people-watched. I had sat my pregnant butt down on the floor while Kevin wandered through the racks, and on his way back holding an armload of clothes to show me, Kevin caught a gay interracial couple smiling at me cradling a sleepy Ana and playing games with Alex.

For some reason Kevin's story reminds me of the time YEARS ago when I caught a burly truck driver looking at me cooing at little baby Alex at a fast food restaurant, waiting for Kevin to bring our food. The truck driver then turned to his equally burly friend and said, "Ever thought about having kids?"

Labels: , , ,

--------