Make The World Go Away...

Okay, well now that the dogs are running (yup, can't sing)...

I am so tired of riding on the merry-go-round. This work thing is really getting in the way of my life. It's seriously bringing me down. I need a break! Now you'd think cuz I'm sleeping with the boss that he'd be a wee bit nicer to me, but NOOOOO. UGH.

So I'm off to another 5 day work week again. And I'm feeling like I'm coming down with a cold. Of course just to make me feel even more attractive and energetic, I'm bloated and feeling run down. Well, aren't I just a bundle o' love right now.?

On an up-side, I managed to get the housework caught up and the laundry is done. Not just done and lying around, but actually folded and put away. Yup, just call me Hazel.
We picked the hardwood flooring for the upstairs - yee ha! One less choice to make.

Of course, as the renovations continue and we begin to work on the pocket door, I realized that if we do that, then it really makes sense that we fix the upstairs coat closet too. My poor husband, this one tiny project has turned into a mammoth mess. LOL. It's that if you give a mouse a cookie problem. Because we were going to paint the empty bedroom, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to bump out the linen closet like we had wanted to. Well, since we were doing that, then we really should replace the drywall since it's 30+ years old and has not been well maintained. Since the drywall was down we might as well replace the windows because they are original to the house. Then my husband had this awesome idea of putting in a pocket door to separate the bedrooms from the great room which will be wonderful for noise. So, if we're going to do that, then we probably should replace the coat closet door (which is an 8 foot tall metal - yes, metal- bifold door). So, I'm kinda starting to think that we may never finish this bedroom. LOL. See what happens when you buy an ugly house?!

I'll leave you with a chuckle.

I finally went to the eye doctor. I tried a new one. He discovered that I have a cataract. Being only 42 I was a bit upset by this so I called my husband. He asked, "What's wrong?" I replied, "I have a cataract." He replied, "No you don't, you have a Chevy."

Sorry ladies, he's all mine.