Sand. Varnish. Sand. Varnish. Sand. Varnish. It takes a while, but now it's done and we've got our very own butt-wiping station. As usual, my perfectionist hubby complained the entire time he was building it that it was hideous and plagued with flaws. He's still complaining a little, but was a bit more complimentary of his work last night when it was all done. We both came to the conclusion that we really like birch. It is so pretty when it's got just a clear varnish on it … almost iridescent (if wood can be so) and the grain is beautiful.
While we varnished, I watched like 8 eps of Martha and Rachael Ray (in about 3.5 hours). Even after all my love-spats with Tivo last year, I really do love it!! It is so handy for fast-forwarding through those commercials and the obnoxious segments where Martha shares all of her 8281763 beauty products with the audience and Rachael Ray has a schmaltz fest with err… whomever.



Snow has been an issue here in Denver this year … to say the least. We are just now finally getting streets cleared from the many snows that piled up and froze into mini glaciers and blocked our streets, sidewalks and driveways. And I won't even go into the potholes the white stuff has created. Cuz we know what's really important the city of Denver has wisely decided to pony up $30,000 to rent a “Snow Dragon” for a month in order to get our baseball stadium's parking lots clear.
Valentine's day seems to have gotten a bad rep as of late which is sort of a shame. I know it's been commercialized beyond all recognition, but it's namesake was known for marrying couples against the law which is pretty romantic to me. Matt and I don't make a big deal out of it by any means. There will be no dinner reservations or dozen long-stemmed roses. We both sort of believe that occasional unexpected gestures of love are more important than having this dictated by the calendar, but I am planning to make him something he paticularly enjoys for dinner and whatever we spend our evening doing we'll make sure to do it together. I count myself very lucky to be able to call Matt my Valentine. He's a wonderful husband and friend … and I'm very much looking forward to seeing him be a wonderful father.