The Night We Hugged Fluffy Stuff & Posted Snazzy Signage

The weekend before last, we put up insulation out in the Sandwich Shoppe until about 2:30am. It wasn't fun, but it needed to happen.

This about sums up how we felt by the time we were done:

Installing insulation is a really simple task. Unroll the package of insulation. Hug. Cut to size if necessary. Staple in place between studs. Repeat.

And it may look nice and fluffy, but hugging it makes my skin crawl. I had to take another one of those brillo pad filled showers by the time we were done. Then hit the St. Ives.

In general, I recommend that you refrain from hugging insulation.  There are support groups for people like us. I know it will be hard for us, but with some coaching and a little will power, we can do it together. Our skin will thank us in the end.

Itchiness and irritation aside, it was a nice sight to wake up to the next morning. Especially with the sunlight streaming in.

I was a little punchy, but it made me so happy to see all the progress and know that we were one step closer to having a livable room.

Hey. Everyone expresses happiness in their own special way. Emphasis on "special."

Somewhere between all of the insulation installation, I may have gone a little crazy and made some signs for the sandwich shoppe. Just a few.

I pulled out all of my teaching supplies, printed off some powerpoint slides, sat down on the living room floor, and went to town with the scissors and tape.

How else am I going to find random strangers who have lived in town all of their lives and visited the sandwich/tea/ice cream shoppe as children??

Here's a close up, so you can actually read it:

After making the above signs, my darling husband came in and looked at me like I had 3 heads and a tail.

"What are you doing?"

"Makin' signs for the sandwich shoppe. I really want to find that lady who talked to mom at the yard crawl about getting ice cream here when she was a kid."

"You'll never get people that way. Those signs are too hip. Old people will never look at them. They are too cool."

"They are not! They are bright and eye catching. You're ridiculous."

"I'm not the one sitting on the floor with a pair of scissors."

"Yeah. Well. You're a pair of scissors!" (My cunning and wit astound even me.)

"You need to offer more of an incentive. You should offer cookies."

"Oh my gosh, that's great! I'll add that to the signs." (Pulls out a Sharpie to write on signs.)

"Go print one off so it matches the others."

"Yeah. That would probably be better."

"What would you do without me. I'm a genius!"

"Dwell in darkness, I'm sure... And I wouldn't say 'genius'..." (add plenty of sarcasm to this line)

And so, the cookie sign was born:

My father-in-law says that it sounds like a computer joke.

And for good measure, I pulled out my teacher chalk and added a little message on the sidewalk out front.

Just in case no one sees my snazzy signage. You can't go wrong with sidewalk chalk advertisment. They used to do it all the time on campus in college. It works like a charm.

Stephen says they are a bit tacky. I'm going with snazzy. If you take my side and call them "snazzy", I'll give you a cookie. And perhaps some milk ;).

P.S. We've already had someone stop by who used to get ice cream in the sandwich shoppe as a child. He says that he has a picture somewhere and will dig it out for me. I'll let you know if he finds it!