Confession… I totally pee with the door open.  It's been a bit weird, being an open door pee-er, with the painters tapping and creeping around the house. Maybe I should take this opportunity to break myself of this bad habit?  Nah.  I'll just do a combo of holding my bladder, scurrying around, and switching off bathrooms.  Doesn't that sound like more fun than closing a door?

Our house is slowly turning blue.  (And it's not the only one holding its breath!  Ha!  I kill me.) Of course, I forgot to take before pictures. Keen and I both are horrible about before pictures.  It didn't occur to Keen to take a picture before he started dieting (or maybe he just didn't want to) and now he's lost 75 pounds!  He's getting positively bony.  I kind of want to feed him a cookie.  Except that would screw with the diabetes.  Oh yeah, I never mentioned that, did I?  Well, Keen was diagnosed diabetic, along with high cholesterol and blood pressure, back in November.  That was his kick in the butt to get in shape, but he didn't really want to talk about it until he made/saw some changes.  Since then, (as you all know 'cause I keep bragging), he's lost the weight and all his meds have been slowly reduced.  At his last appointment his doctor told him if his numbers are stable in the next 6 months he'll be off everything!  Even the diabetes medicine!  Go Keen!

Anywho. Keen's weight has nothing to do with any of that.  About the house I mean, not the peeing.  I'm just excited.  And I haven't had quite enough caffeine yet.  I think I'll be able to scare up an old photo of the house but it might be one from Halloween, which will make for a weird before and after, don't you think?  So if you come back here and see one photo all goth and spooky and another that's all gingerbread cheerful… you'll know the house painting is done.  I don't know if I can scare up a similar picture of Keen in goth, even though that would be fricking awesome

(When he reads this he's totally going to roll his eyes.  He leaves most of the alternative stuff to me, you know.)

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go scurry and pee.

                – wg