My attempts at home improvement have been a bust this weekend. Yesterday, I tried to put down two thresholds. One is too small, the other one cracked because I tightened the screw too tight. This AM I was finally going to get around to painting the basement window trim outside. And the brown paint I bought last summer turned out to be bright crimson!
Normally I would laugh this stuff off, but I have turned frustrated and grumpy. I have applied a liberal helping of Haagen Dazs Dulche de leche, and it's helping a little. But I think I might need a nap to seal the deal. (And some elves to magically clean my apartment while I'm asleep.)
Good to hear about Kato, Steph. I found one of those on Clio last fall, and I was 98% certain it was a fatty lump, but the 2% of doubt loomed pretty large.
The house is almost clean, I just took a shower, and my auntie is due here in about an hour. I think I may need a glass of wine in preparation. I love her dearly but this is the first time she is seeing me on my own turf and I'm a tad freaked out.
Oh, oh, oh - at the $100 store, I saw someone wearing a shirt that seemed like a person or two here would like. "Forget being a princess, I want to be a vampire".
Wait, wait, wait. Which store was this at? Target? Because that was the motto of my childhood.
Don't know if I can get my swim in. I got in 8 laps and it has been storming fiercely ever since.
I have hemmed and hung the curtains that have been sitting in the sewing closet for almost a year. Yay! More sewing to do and maybe some cooking and eBay listing.
I really should be drawing right now, but I am exhausted. I've had a week of insomnia--just got Ambien towards the end of it, but it wasn't enough. So I'm lying around and hydrating.
Last week's IV stick was so bad they were going at it two at a time, doctor on one side, nurse on another. I don't want to push them over 5 attempts again.
Well, my floors are clean. And Loki is ridiculous [link] .
Wait, wait, wait. Which store was this at?
Yes, we were at Target, but it was on a person, not for sale there. I shoulda stopped her and asked!
