If I never see a paintbrush or piece of sand paper ever again, I will be a clappy ham… I mean, a happy clam. Seriously, my whole body is sore from my toils in my son’s room. To make matters worse, I smashed 3 of my toes the other day and they are still swollen and lots of pretty colors from the rainbow. I think they’re broken, but my hubby assures me I’m fine. What-ever. Also, after I smashed my toes, I nearly fused my hand to the heating coil in the oven. The kitchen smelled like seared flesh for an hour. MY seared flesh. Sooo, I’ve got a lame foot on my right side and a lame hand on my left side. I’m just lame, my truffles. Lame… lame… lame… And tired.
I tell you all of this simply to say… I cannot think of anything to post for today. My brain hurts and this is the best I can do. I humbly apologize for neglecting all my lovely truffles. I haven’t really been reading many blogs as of late since I’ve pretty much been living with a paintbrush in my hand. Seriously, my most worn accessory lately has been safety goggles and a face mask. And don’t even get me started on how often I’ve been bathing! My poor hubby has been reduced to asking me, “So did you shower today?” on a regular basis. I’m a keeper. What can I say?
I am almost finished with this blasted project. This is a supreme example of why I only decorate like 1 room a year. I just can’t handle the frustration, schedule, and exhausting work. I’m such a baby! Oh, and when my darling hubby came home from work today and saw the room painted for the first time, he said it looks like the center of the sun. Thanks, dear. On the “bright” side, James will be able to go into his room and pretend that the universe actually does revolve around him.
Anyway… I’ll stop neglecting you lovely truffles shortly after I stop neglecting my family.
Have a lovely, peaceful, relaxing-with-your-feet-up kind of day.
Have one for me, too.