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.