It all started out innocently enough . . .
until I realized that things lurked in unexpected places.
There are beings in every corner.
All in the name of new carpet and paint and a few other very small, tiny little things . . .
Oh yeah - the kitty. I was going to tell you about her too - now . . . it will have to be later.
Really, it was! All folded, sorted and pretty. Lasted about 3.5 months this time.
Oh, my doodahs - lots of doodahs. Where would the world be without them?
I don't even want to think about what trouble they'll get into while we're away.
Another project. How many does that make now? Four? Five? Ha ha! You jest. More like ten or eleven or . . .
Sometime the truth is a hard pill to take.
And I'm going to get right to it after this post goes up and I eat my lunch and read the mail and let the dog out and think about dinner and decide what clothes to take on our trip and change my mind about the paint colors - again.
Course I might change my mind when I attempt to pick up the boxes I'm putting them in.
She's looks so content. I hate to break the news to her. She is NOT going to be happy.