We’re exhausted — and more than a little slap-happy.
Moving the kitchen stuff from out of the dining room and back into the (not-yet-finished-but-close-enough-to-store-stuff) kitchen, Melissa reminded me that the pizza stone is under the sofa. I told her, “I bet that’s a phrase you won’t find on Google.” Then we both laughed for a couple minutes.
Yeah, we’re slap-happy, all right.
Anyway, the point of this post is: next time Google caches my site, you’ll be able to score at least one hit with “the pizza stone is under the sofa.”
That is all.