Sandy

Wes and I are making a shelf to put up near the new TV for the DVD player and remotes and such to sit on. We finally got to the sanding stage today only to realize that it was far, far too cold outside to sand on the balcony. I, in all my brilliancy, suggested we do it in the shower stall in the guest bathroom. And we did. Needless to say, Wes and I -- and everything in the bathroom -- were covered in sawdust at the end of it all. The bathroom has been cleaned, all the nooks and crevices, as have Wes and I. I didn't know you could get sawdust up your nose...