Tuesday, 10 January 2012

housekeeping

After nearly two years here, we finally have a doormat. The doormat.


We originally saw this saying on a tin sign in a store in Ottawa, years ago. When we bought the house and needed a doormat, we knew this was the one we wanted. The problem was, we suddenly couldn't find it — anywhere. Granted, we didn't look very hard; we had a tiny Ikea one that did for us in a pinch, and who thinks of doormats in the summer? But as we walked the baby from her doctor's appointment yesterday, we saw it. So we bought it.

I amuse myself by wondering if any of our family will fail to see that it's a joke — although I will admit that it's a lot funnier (and the stakes are slightly higher) now that we've added a baby and grandparents into the mix.

(And now, looking at this picture, I realise that we should probably touch up the paint on the kickstep this summer. Oh, photographs. The truths you tell.)

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