October 23, 2008
My Mommy Said So
I got this email today:
"I don't know if you know it or not, but you have not blogged since Oct. 7th. I realize you are quite busy, but YOU must realize that I am not, and really look forward to your "adventures, etc." So when you have 15 minutes to spare, pull up your comfy desk chair, settle your cute little butt, and type a few lines. There is no more to say.Mommie Dearest"
So I have set my kitchen timer for 15 minutes.
What are my "adventures, etc."? Are they adventures that aren't really adventures, so she has to put them in quotes for the sake of irony? Well, she's right. My life is lame.
But she's also right about my butt -- it is cute. And little!
We are currently painting my home office, which is turning into a MUCH bigger job than the original, "Oh, honey, I just want to paint my office" that lured Husband to his doom a couple months ago.
First of all, I don't want one color. No, I want TWO colors. And a chair rail. Which he has to build and paint and affix to the wall. See, I couldn't decide if I wanted something earthy, like brown or sage; or something girlie, like pink or lavender. So I'm painting the top brown and the bottom pink. It's going to look kind of ridiculous, but I don't care.
Oooh, sage and lavender would also have been a cool combo...
And then, I want a new desk. And it has to be huge. HUUUUUUUUGE. Because I do lots of desky things, so I need space. I also do my make-up at my desk. 'Nuff said. So instead of giving Pottery Barn $3,000 of Husband's hard-earned money, I'm doing him a favor and letting him build me a desk.
At this rate, I'm going to have to blow him every night until Christmas.
Oh, also? I want the finish on all my office furniture to match my antique dresser that's in there, so I had to swap out the bookcases with the ones that are in the basement. That was no small feat. All the Barbies are in a laundry basket in the back room of the basement, and they are pissed.
I'm having a bunch of people over for my birthday next weekend, so I'm hoping that Husband will have everything built and installed by then. Then I can sweep in and hang curtains and pictures and arrange the Barbies on their shelves! I love that shit!
You might think that strapping on a toolbelt and attending to my every whim just might get Husband off the hook for a birthday present. But you know me better than that, don't you, my darlings?
It had better come in a little, blue box.