My life is so exciting, I hardly know where to start. Should I start by telling you that I finally got those stubborn stains off the toilet bowl, using a pumice stone? That the "stone" was $3.00, it took about 2-3 minutes per toilet, and I'm as happy as a clam every time I take a glance at the pristine, white bowls?
Should I start by telling you that I have five special-needs-related meetings this week and I'm grumpy about each and every one of them?
Should I start by telling you that I am tired of the educating, the advocating, the planning, and the getting of ducks in their nice, little rows?
Should I start by telling you that I think I found a paint color for the living room? That after six tries at one paint store, I went into a whole different one, bought the fan deck, picked a color in about 2 seconds, and it's perfect? Should I tell you its name is "Essential Gray?" Essential. That is what that color is to me. I need to make that room neutral and calming. I need it, badly. That being said, our grand plan (which is going to take 5 years to implement at the rate we're going) is to have bright, bold art and upholstery. We want chairs in one bright, print fabric and the couch in a contrasting bright, print fabric.
Should I start by telling you that I am actually looking forward to getting back into my basement and chucking 50% of the stuff still left in there? I am so over it. I watched two episodes of "Hoarders" recently, and that cured me. One of the women featured said the most interesting thing, "I buy the stuff because I think, If I have that, my family will come over for Thanksgiving. That will be nice to use when they're here. I finally realized that the stuff was the problem, not the solution." That disconnect astounds me. Having buried a father who died with at least 50 used styrofoam coffee cups he was "saving," I am well aware that I could go either way on this one. They do say there's a genetic link.
Should I start by telling you that I broke my No-More-Netflix rule and watched an episode recently of "Call the Midwife," and I love it, and there are many more episodes in my future?
I think I should start by telling you that it's officially time to wrap this post up, and commence with Beer O'Clock.
Cheers.
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I love your posts like this, especially when they end at Beer O'Clock. And you will LOVE "Call the Midwife." It doesn't count as standard Netflix since it's PBS.
Should I tell you that I am now considering going out and purchasing pumice stones just so that I can see pristine toilet bowls?
You slay me. And inspire me. Glad you chose a paint color.
I can't imagine you are a hoarder, but that show is good therapy. Is it wrong I made Seth watch it before we moved in an effort to help him let go of some stuff?
It worked.
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