tired
Adam and I stayed up until 11pm painting and cleaning last night. We finally finished the accent color (rustic orange) on two walls and found a way around the bull nosed corners that had me stressing. What a difference color can make in a room, it changes the whole look and feel. Now we just have the mustard gold walls to finish and we'll be all done – whoot whoot! Finished projects are a good thing, a very good thing.
This weekend I hope to pack most of my kitchen items that I won’t use until I move, which will probably be most everything but my coffee maker and wine opener. Ha, just kidding…or am I? I've been so lazy in the kitchen lately…more than usually. Anywho, I will do more packing this weekend for sure. It’s a must, no excuses!
Random realizations…
- The hole left from my nose ring may never completely heal.
- Bitterness is it’s own prison.
- No amount of hugs I give or receive from my son will EVER be enough.
- That I fall more in love with Adam everyday.
- Caffeine is pure evil.
- Good moving boxes are nearly impossible to find.
- I’m 32 and feeling OLD.
I hope your nose hole does heal, caffeine is really good for the heart but not the goodies you put in it, I am glad you are falling more and more in love with Adam and hope he is too, and you do not know what old is.........
ReplyDeleteand I think you have too much time on your hands to write all this deep stuff. ha ha
What's the point without the goodies? Geesh!
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