August 05, 2005
My New Underground Lair: Phase One
Oh my stars, my mind is such a void lately. Yes, even more so than usual, smartass. I can't think of anything even remotely interesting to blog about. This isn't even going to be interesting, but at least it has visuals.
(I know this writer's block won't last. It never does. I could never actually shut up for an extended period of time. Next week, I'll write four entries in one day. That's just how my muse works.)
Okay, I just took 5 seconds to take these photos and download them directly into my new computer (and now I have to go take a cold shower because that's just so kewl). I know it's hard to believe because of the fabulous quality, but none of them are staged. Not even the one with the dog. Except that I did remove my bra from the bed.
On Labor Day weekend, Husband's eldest, Ophelia, will go off to college. There will be tears and sobbing and wailing and the rending of garments, and I'm sooooooooooo glad I'll be 6 hours away in Chippewa Falls, WI.
Last week, Ophelia stopped by to clean her stuff outta her room. And now? It's mine, MINE, MINE!!! The room, not her stuff. I don't need any blue nail polish or back issues of Cosmo, thankyouverymuch.
My office is a work in progress that I thought I'd document here, for lack of anything else to blog about. The room is now in Stage One.
Here's where I blog and make myself beautiful:
Can you believe I found a Hello Kitty! garbage can?!
The bed is so outta here:
The poster is The Gashlycrumb Tinies. (Scroll thru the whole alphabet by clicking the little tombstones at the bottom.) I've had it since we got married, but it's taken me this long to convince Husband that it's not completely inappropriate to hang in a house where there are children. "N is for Neville who died of ennui." How is that not hilarious?! ENNUI!!!
I'm gonna need two more of those big IKEA bookcases for the Barbies:
Ooooh, sneak preview of my sword!
I hate this rug. The black shows ALL the Daisy hair:
The dog toy on the floor is a little Snoopy dressed in a bunny costume. It's her favorite! And there's not a tear on it. She just carries it gently around the house.
Coming soon: Out with the bed, in with the huge-ass dresser!
Comments
And yet still NO pictures of you. *weep*
Posted by: Queen of Ass at August 5, 2005 09:21 AM
Sorry baby, but I can't see much other than the sword.
I. want. to. TOUCH.
Then again, I want one with a really fancy-schmancy hilt. But I figure my not having one yet is God's little way of keeping me from doing bodily harm to my Monster in law. perhaps.
I'll just sit here and fantasize about yours instead, if you don't mind.
Meanwhile... I put a pic up for you on my blog.
Posted by: Scarlett Cyn at August 8, 2005 10:38 AM