Aunt B was taking care of Ace last Saturday morning and Jonathan went for a run so I woke up early and DESTROYED our upstairs. Our attic has been bothering me forever. We have tons of boxes up there and we're always sucking in our guts and weaving between them when we have to get up there. Here's what it looked like once I got everything out of the attic.



And Jonathan didn't have to lift a finger!
(Can this count as an early birthday present for him?)
P.S. My thighs, behind and calves were on fire until Tuesday!
1 comments:
I LOVE accomplishing project like that! It feels so great - especially if you've been putting it off for a while. Way to go! And I love your dark hair. :)
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