I have a bitch of a headache.
My bum arm and shoulder are in intense pain. OmigodItHurts.
Instead of trying to make any type of coherent sense I thought I'd just update you on some random things I've written about recently. Oh, and about the boob picture I sent out to the entire world-wide-web. (Yes, I did!)
PR's glasses arrived on Monday. He ran around the house saying things like, "I can read the clock!" with total wonder in his voice. He even said (in complete astonishment) "It says NBC at the bottom of the TV!"
*Ahem* Mother of the year award …. I'm sure it's on its way.
I'm still working on my house. Dealing with termites will have to come after the painters are done. They had to take an extended break due to a series of storms, but they're back now. They're rebuilding the majority of our deck. Who knew painters could build decks? They have to because, apparently, it's very difficult to paint rotted wood. I'll try to post a picture of the deck sometime soon because I know I have a lot of readers very interested in my house and the stuff we're working on.
That headache I mentioned? Could it possibly be a result of their incessant hammering?
All the windows of my house are covered with clear, fuzzy, plastic in preparation for painting. It makes me feel incredibly claustrophobic. On a positive note, if I can only see vague shapes through the plastic, they probably can't see in. I might have regained a little privacy. Just in case I feel the need to wander around naked or something.
Also, regarding indoor projects, for a few years I've been searching for the perfect round table. We have a circular cubby formed by our spiral staircase and nothing else has worked there. Last week I finally found one and it's the perfect size and height. This little table? Was a find! The top is hand painted and it was on sale. I love it when I find the perfect bargain!
I'll have to find something to put on top of it once the roses die.
The Torturer is back from Las Vegas which means I'm back to being tortured. I ended up only making one appointment with a sub PT over the last 10 days (said sheepishly). I'm paying for it now. (Or possibly I'm paying for my post on the harem?) In any case, he's killing me and he is not a nice person. Pain means nothing to him. Well, my pain means nothing to him. Either way …? It sucks.
I'm in love with Danny Gokey on American Idol. He has, hands down, the best voice of any of the contestants. I'm going to run away with him and marry him as soon as he asks. Honestly? Love his voice! I hate Tatiana as much as I love Danny. And yes, I'm really only 15 years old, why do you ask?
I accidentally sent a picture of my partially clothed boobs out to the entire Internet via Twitter recently with a caption that said, "Boobilicious!" I meant to send it to a couple chick-friends as a joke … and, um, something went wrong. I can hope the entire Internet didn't view them it, but I'm pretty sure the 460+ people who follow me on Twitter all got a good look.
Perhaps this is one more reason why you should follow me on Twitter? Or not.