In the last month, I:
1. Painted my husband's classroom
2. Moved back in with my parents (Bet you weren't expecting that! Don't worry...my hubby came with me)
3. Moved my bedroom furniture into the living room, my couch into the kitchen, the shoes into the bathroom, the files into the dresser drawers, and basically turned my house upside down
4. Ripped up and replaced the floor
5. Repainted
6. Did some more painting
7. Oh, and painted again
8. Did something to my laptop so that it can't be unplugged or it'll die...maybe forever
9. Wrote a grand total of well, a grand or so. Sadly.
10. Spent way too much time and money at Home Depot
11. Spent three days organizing my new closet
12. Almost went with my mother to put down the family pet. The poor dog came within about half an hour of doggy heaven before she showed she still had enough life within her to enjoy a few more weeks of sweet Florida air
13. Saw my cover on Amazon, although no description is listed yet
14. LOST MY KEYS. Sadly.
15. Lost one of the supports for a corner shelf
16. Probably lost my mind, too
17. Bruised underneath my big toe by nearly falling down my parents' steps
18. Broke my poor Col. Klink bobblehead. (Schultz is okay, though.)
19. Fried myself so nicely that the librarian noticed and recommended buying an aloe plant
20. Moved back home into a beautiful, almost new interior, and am ignoring the rest of the work that needs to be done.
Now it's time to get to writing. Although I do have some decorating to do. And a big shopping trip to take. And a summer trip to plan. And a yard sale to oversee. And an attic to clean out. (Before the yard sale.) And...
Don't you love summer?
