Hot Tubbing and Tidying Up

Poor Pétur didn’t get to go into the hot tub until he’d allowed me to cut his hair. It had just gotten ridiculously long, and he was waiting until school started to get it cut because they’re two broke students. As it happens, we were once also penniless students, so I got fairly good at cutting Finnur’s hair way-back-when.

A hiding Anna, shaggy Finnur, newly-shorn Pétur, and suspicious Fannar in the tub. 🙂

Signý meanwhile went through our ‘clothes don’t fit the kids anymore’-boxes.

Meanwhile, I put the finishing touches on the EPIC garage re-organization. It had all gone terribly wrong when the plumbers needed access to the left-side wall, and a bunch of stuff had ended up in our front-room. With much grit and stamina, Finnur and I attacked the misbehaving boxes and wrangled them to their proper places. Even the fridge got moved, so it’s less likely to be hidden by bikes.  Note that the pile of stuff on the floor on the left is to be recycled, and that all the bikes are missing.  (Also, we don’t have any Apple computers.  Those are empty shipping boxes Finnur has forbidden me to throw away.)