Un-finished almost-finished counters

Oh the counters. It was Christmas time and yay! We spoiled ourselves and decided to put in granite counter tops. Now, my wonderful husband is a very smart, handy...and cheap man. So of course he insisted on doing them himself. He did a wonderful job! Except one thing. The last big step for any tiling project really is the grout. The tiles had made finally taken the shape of an actual working kitchen counter and the appliances were set back into place.

Of course this means (in Nicks fantasy world) That he's practically done! No. No. No. Lets fast forward mmm... till June. Yes, still not grouted. By this time I have become completely unaware of all of the bagel crumbs, strawberry jam, cheese shreds and many other small nutritional items that have made there way straight into the cracks of the granite tiles. After 6 months or so of griping and complaining, I think Nick finally got that I was sick of having a 1/2 done kitchen.

I get home on Saturday night around 10 and he's mixing up the grout. 10 PM PEOPLE! Love him dearly, but 10 pm is not the most brilliant time to start a massive art project with sticky pasty stuff. I said nothing, thankful he was actually doing it. Gave him a kiss and went off to bed. Roughly around 2 or 3 am i get a scary man in my face trying to give me a kiss. After a mild aneurysm, I realized it was just nick going to bed. Since it had been so long, I was sure he had finished them! Hurah!!! The next morning I leave for church. I was so excited knowing that the counters were done, but a small feeling of uncertainty was climbing up my spine. I left the house without checking in on the kitchen. I figured just in case it never got finished, I think I'd like to give God my best on Sunday am and not be pissed through the whole church service.

Finally when church was over and I saw Nick, I of course said, how was the counter project?! "Not quite done"............... breathe breathe, in and out Cayla. Suck it up. Its okay. "Really? Just a little bit left right? ;)" Ya...No...

Fussy pants was getting extra fussy and decided to go to bed instead of finishing. The grout is still smeared all over the counters and back splash waiting for Nick to wipe it off, which, apparently is not an easy task if you leave it for 48 hours.

The oven is in the hallway.
The fridge is in the middle of the kitchen.
The garbage? i have no idea.

The house is yet again torn apart awaiting the last big burst of energy or whatever it is my husband needs to finish.

I'm really not mad tho. I don't have to cook!

Tootaloo!