Heroes

There is a lot of talk of heroes in our house. Power Rangers, Batman, Spider Man, etc. Pretty much a day doesn't go by that the boys don't talk about some kind of hero or how they are or will be some kind of hero.

I've got heroes on the brain. So, I want to talk about MY heroes. One of the things I didn't like about this house was that there was no pantry. That is a thing of the past however, because I now have this super fantastic pantry. It was kind of irritating at times because of some stinky inspector. It was also kind of a headache, literally, because all the banging kept Laila up as the pantry is below her room.

The weekend my brother came he helped put up drywall and mud (dude, I'm totally talking about stuff I don't know anything about so if I write something that doesn't make sense it's because I don't really know what I'm talking about).

Then when Laila passed away my entire family, and most of Mike's family converged on our house. They got to work finishing the pantry. My oldest (wisest, smartest, most handsome) brother helped texture.

(other brothers: I'm just throwing out compliments here--tomorrow you can be the wisest, smartest, most handsome)

Then Mike's dad helped finish it. He did a lot of work. Mike and his dad woke up at 7 and worked straight until 11PM.

The only things missing from this pantry is my brother Jess' shorts hidden inside the wall and some organization. The pantry is awesome and I love having it. So, my heroes are my brothers and Mike's dad. And of course the superest hero of them all is Mike.

Thanks for making my pantry, honey.