slave

Brooke & Steven and their darling little Gage are with us for just a few more days before leaving for Arizona where Steve is starting a new job. So with Steve having time off this past week, he's agreed to be our slave. Each morning he asks me what I would like him to do (I really should have started making him say, "What would you like me to do, your royal highness?" ... but too late for that now) This morning I responded that I'd like him to blog for me. For Steven this is not the fun little joy that it is to me and to many of you. This is painful. But it's fun watching him squirm. PLUS - on a previous slave day he and Brooke did a whole a lot of cool things around the house while I was gone. This gives him fodder for this post. So without further ado, here's my son-in-law, Steven:

hello blogging world. truth be told, i am not very excited to write this. i procastinated doing this all day. but here it goes:

we were playing a game the other night and while i was dominating, brooke and mom were planning a transformation of the living room. i had mixed feelings at the time. on the one hand i love watching brooke be creative (she is ridiculously talented). on the other hand i am the slave and knew that i would be the one doing all of the labor.

at the end of the day i was very impressed. now remember, i am just the troll. brooke did all the real work with this. she had the vision. she got it done for under 20 dollars. the only thing i take credit for is the chair below.

for the most part i have really enjoyed being moms slave. mostly it consists of playing games and drinking green smoothies. honestly, the worst part of it is writing this post.

good bye.