Maybe it's the heat.
Maybe it's my rapidly advancing age.
More likely, I think I'm just overwhelmed. New house. Stressful work. Major family loss.
I've said it before, but I really need a minion. A cloned minion. Only with really good hair.
Not that things are bad. Life is good. Really good. The house is starting to come together. Got the master bath painted a gorgeous shade of gray and I'm starting the decorating process. First with some antique apple boxes.....
|And people laughed when we bought the antique urinal. Pssshh.|
| Window treatment thoughts?|
Then he came in an made a roast for dinner.
No. You CAN'T have him. I'm hoping to sign him to a long-term contract one day.
Love you, babe!!
|If you're looking for me tonight, my ass will be right here.|
(Forgive the ladders and stuff. They're not part of the permanent plan.)
That's about all I've got for now. Hoping to get my funny back again soon. Stick with me. K?