Oooh, attic adventure, nice! And yay naps for everyone taking them.

I feel all accomplished because I cleared off half of my breakfast bar and washed some dishes. I still need to do some laundry and wash more dishes (always always there are more dishes to wash) but I have to work tonight so there is a limit to how productive I am going to try to be.

I have dishes and laundry in progress, and I ordered some fretwire and a fret saw. (I blame your husband for this latter, Beth) Which totally counts as work.

I also have mild cramps, but am working on the premise that if I just keep moving they won't catch up with me. This is utterly scientific, so don't argue with me.

My spate of creativity continues, so I'm going to ride that sucker out as long as it lasts. Probably most of it is crap, but hey, how else do you get to the good stuff?

I really just want to read my library book, but I set some goals to have things done before Tim gets back from camping: wash the dishes, firebomb the horror that is our bathroom, and go get groceries. All together, it shouldn't take more than 2 hours, but I still resent having to be a grownup. Meh. I need a minion.

Did my menu planning for the week (always too much food), went grocery shopping, and the pot roast is in the slow cooker, so it's time to make a new recipe of cranberry oatmeal muffins (last week's test wasn't fair--I left them in too long because of conflict with having my meds pushed, but I'm still moving onto one of the recipes where the oats are soaked in milk. Just looks like fun...).

And then drawing, and then nurse, and then whatevs.

Steph, I'm not heaping wedding ideas on you before you even pick a date, except...yeah I am. But this is crying out for Buffista usage, and you above all: [link]

Hmm, I need to make a menu plan, too. My current menu plan is: eat all the food I bought for the band that they didn't eat. But that's probably not a long-term sustainable plan.

Ahaha, that's hilarious! Random Spider-Man! I would do that, totally. Poor Tim. I don't think he fully thought through the implications of marrying a whack-ass like me.

I don't think he fully thought through the implications of marrying a whack-ass like me.

Hah. But you know he did. You and Tim have complimentary whack-asses.

I think I'm going to spend my birthday money on a blu-ray player. Our old DVD machine has PMS (only works when it wants to).

Creativity and accomplishment, yay!

Attic adventure was short. I conquered my fear of ladders and stuck my head through the opening in the ceiling, and realized that my "excuse" for never going into the attic is really true: I can't get in there. I would have to haul my weight up through that narrow hole with my arms, which is probably not even possible considering I can barely get my shoulders through the hole without stepping on the steps that say Don't Step here (no). So I'd have to Defy the Ladder or gain the ability to benchpress 220 pounds, neither of which is happening today.

However, my attic is HUGE. It's the space of the entire upper floor, around 1000 square feet. It's barely useable as is, because there's no floor and lots of blown insulation lying around, and the "modular" construction (I guess) means there's trusses coming down every few feet. But if I got someone to put in a drop-down ladder and a floor, there'd be a LOT of useable storage space up there. That's going at the bottom of the to-do list for the house, though.

Last night I talked to my sister about my idea about getting a refi on the mortgage. We pulled out my amortization chart (which she just happened to have handy on her laptop; that's my sis) and ran the numbers, and realized that given the terms they quoted me, which sounded real good, I'd actually be doing better NOT to refi. As it is, I'll have the mortgage paid off in 8 years, and be paying about $8k in interest. The refi would have me paying it off in 10 years, and even with a lower interest rate, over 10 years I'd be paying more interest. So, no on the refi, but HOLY HANNAH my mortgage will be paid off in 8 years! Before I'm sixty! I'll be able to retire with no house payment and (hopefully) no car payment. Unless I buy another house, but I don't HAVE to; I could easily live here for the rest of my life. This house isn't perfect, but the prospect of it being PAID FOR makes it ten times more attractive! (My mom always wanted us girls to own our own homes, and this is possible for me only because of my inheritance from her. So, thanks, mom.)

I shall celebrate by going to the grocery store and then probably watching tv for the rest of the day.

That reminds me, rings like these always make me think of you guys.

Eta: that's awesome, Zen!