After two weekends of non-stop action- the weekend with the Mr's family, a trip up to Duluth, the trip in the small plane to an Island where my fantasy to go back in time to the old-timey west and run a saloon, "Miss Kitty" style was granted by that lovely tall Latin man and his tiny little friend...
well I'm pooped.
Even though this was my b-day weekend (thanks for all the sweet wishes, my little bon-bons), I chose to stay home & do nothing except clean, organize, cook, drink margaritas, read trashy magazines and, well, not much else. I now have a little spot to call my own, complete with the sweet kidney-shaped desk and rotary phone:
It took MUCH rearranging of the furniture, but I now have a work space in our guest room.
And it's cute.
And I have a furry leopard chair in which to rest my buttocks whilst tap-tap-tapping away as I am doing right now.
It's more fun in here. The dining room table was not ideal, to say the least.
To anyone staying with us anytime soon:
Sorry, the t.v. had to go.
Deal with it.
We moved the extra t.v. into our bedroom- now, I KNOW you're not supposed to have one in the bedroom- messes with your sleep patterns, ruins your sex life, gets you hooked on phonics- I know, but I don't really care. I really like having one in there again. Half of the time Mr. Whiskeymarie falls asleep in front of the t.v. downstairs anyway. I was tired of the nightly game of "will he go upstairs of his own free will, or do I shake him, sing to him, drag him onto the floor, poke him/get the tazer?" He really hates the tazer, but seems to like it more than when I would wax his chest hair with duct tape to wake him.
It's all about the little things, you know?
That was my weekend, in all it's glory.
To sum up:
Great, quiet weekend. My favorite kind. Plus the bonus of having a clean, freshly organized home sweet home.
Oh, except I forgot one room. Seriously. Didn't even occur to me. I was feeling smug, content with my superior "haulin' ass and gettin' the job done skills, then I realized what I forgot.
This mess, a.k.a "the closet room":
Maybe I'll get to it next weekend, maybe not.
I'm o.k. with that.
Next weekend, belated b-day for moi in Duluth on Saturday.
I have been assured it will be neither clean nor organized.
At least that's what I'm hoping- all this clean living is making me a little squirrelly.
i am coveting your darling little desk and chair! my cheapo ikea desk in the living room has nutthin' on your beautious little nook.
glad you had an enjoyable birthday weekend! sometimes the quiet kind where you actually accomplish something are quite nice. and the margaritas add just the right amount of spice.
OMG, you have to get the tazer on your hubby too ?
Its a regular occurence in the Worker Mommy household so we broke down a long time ago and put a tv in our room.
Oh and the people that say that its messes w/your sleep and everything else can kiss my big round behind :)
"It's all about the little things, you know?"
I'm impressed with all your organizing. Very impressed. And I'm glad to see that you will still be just as funny in organized surroundings. Well done.
That sweet desk and a leopard print chair! I feel faint...
I LOVE the desk and phone. I can just picture you there. I also love a weekend like that. I have one of those coming up, well, overdue. Your little workspace picture inspires me.
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