We are trying a new recipe tonight, grilled porkchops that will have marinated all day in a brown sugar-mustard blend. Mr. Maryn has to go to the store, though. It's like half a jar of mustard, which is a three-month supply around here, maybe longer.
My knee doesn't hurt when I kneel, so we think today might be the day we start pulling up wall to wall carpets to see what kind of shape the hardwood floor is in. The carpets are shot to hell, and I'd like area rugs and bare floor rather than re-creating the 80s look. This is step one of the downstairs renovation we want to do. Things are really dated and worn out. I want new window treatments (what we have is so fussy and I've hated it from day one), new flooring in the entryway and kitchen, and new wallpaper and paint, plus a tile backsplash which Mr. Maryn says he thinks is a decent beginner project. (I want him to practice on a tabletop or something first, though.)
Let the fun begin!
Maryn, who may commit to draperies even though they're a bitch