It’s a weekend for staying indoors and hanging out in the kitchen. Yep, that’s me lately ;-)
Baby, it’s cold outside. It’s our fourth and coldest winter here.
Perfect timing to have made a double batch of Zick dough and to stock up on seed. I’ll be sharing my Craisins, too.
Hold on, Forsythia.
My blood is too thin. I sit here bundled in layers, watching the flooding rains turn to ice and snow.
I have some very important decisions to make this weekend.
Life altering decisions.
Life altering, indeed. I need some real color on the walls that surround us. The four-year-old-builders’-choice-off-white – be gone! Rich, warm shades will do. I’m choosing some timeless, traditional colors and letting go of my previous conservative, neutral color-picking self. Michael is taking part in the decision-making process also. Ha. Ha. Gosh, he’s weird with paint. Ha. Ha.
We’ll have pizzazz and surprises around a few corners in this house. Our painter will have a ball this week! He'll paint while I'm at work. Yeah. Perfect arrangement.
Ugh. Five days of mess. It’s a lot of work. I’m uncovering some eyesores around the house while cleaning, clearing out lighted cabinets, and taking a real good look around…
For instance, take a look at what’s left of our two-year-old bedroom ensemble. The embroidered king comforter was already packed up and sent away months ago. Sigh…
We can’t have anything nice around here.
It’s our own fault.
Why? I’ll admit it.
Chloe and Bella love the bed.
They are pillow crushers and diggers.
Every night we lift the covers for the Bostons. Bella slinks under the covers to the end of the bed near our feet, licks herself for two minutes, inhales a three-second snort, then an exhale. Out like a light.
Chloe stays against my chest with covers up to her neck. Her head rests between our pillows or she’ll share mine. Nice to wake up to Boston Terrier morning breath on my cheek. Actually, I like the old girl close to me…
And, let’s not forget what happens when either of them eats too many human treats during the day. It’s called the “green cloud” at my house. It follows us, and sometimes the cloud wakes me and my burning eyes at 2:30 a.m. I roll over and curse.
We can’t (or won't) say no.
Does anyone know where I can buy an attractive canvas comforter?