This weekend and every weekend for a while now, we've been shopping for house stuff. Doorknobs, light switches, door stoppers, window hardware, carpet, bathroom tiles, overhead lights, kitchen and bathroom fixtures.... it's a lot. But it's been pretty fun, although I have had a few small meltdowns where I get really stressed and second and triple guess my decisions.
Yesterday, between tile shopping and looking at lamps, we stopped off for a bathroom break at this place.
Is this a resort of some kind? Is that a pool? A fridge full of champagne and beer? No - it's where Iain works. Want pictures of where I work? It's an office building downtown, next to a seedy internet cafe / poolhall and even scarier pub where people have been known to throw pint glasses at passersby.