That's what my house is going to smell like today. I'll be getting up early to put The Mister's favorite St. Patrick's Day dinner in the crock pot and making soda bread later.
There will be imbibing. I should mention he's Irish on his father's side and likes his whiskey. I'll settle for the beer.
But first we have to fix a naughty tile.
There was one that just didn't look right and of course it was right in the middle of the floor.
We hadn't leveled it properly and it was a bit higher than the others and you could see a shadow in the grout line that would have driven me crazy every time I walked in the bathroom. The Mister spent yesterday carefully chiseling the tile out and getting up the thinset, bless his heart.
Thank goodness we had 5 tiles leftover. The new one should fit just fine now. We'll stick it down today and grout it Sunday and hope to heaven we are finally done with the tile. I had to buy an expensive little bucket of pre-mixed thinset just to set this one tile so I am really over the whole tile thing at the moment.
After all that hard labor, we treated ourselves to a pizza for St Patty's Day eve. As I write this Friday night I am really thinking about that beer and wondering if The Mister will notice if one is gone. We shall see....