So you know that moment in every guilty-pleasure Saturday afternoon tweeny movie when the geeky girl gets the glasses off, goes to the spray tanner, gets her nails done, curls her hair, hits the mall for THE dress and makes her debut at the top of the stairs looking all Miss Thing?
We're in the glasses just came off stage.
The makeover has been a slow and awkward one, piece-mealed together by weather factors, budget, and the fact that Caleb is, amazingly, only one person. Complicating things a bit have been passive-aggressive scuffles with our neighbors who have taken issue with our wanting to put up a fence (long, long, stupid story that I won't elaborate on), so I have been DYING to show our street, the world, just how pretty our house is going to be.
It's just going to take a little bit longer than the movie montage leads you to believe.
In unrelated news, 39 weeks and holding somewhat steady. With a head cold. Um, thanks?