Tags: humor, painting, restoration, sarcasm, sleep-deprevation
Well, kids. Minutes are ticking non-stop and soon I will be moving out of my bachelorette pad into my marital lair. So here I am, with approximately 2.5 weeks to go if I am to be out of my bachelorette pad before the end of this month. I honestly don’t see it happening because there is so damn much to do.
It doesn’t seem that there will be enough days, let alone waking hours in those days, to do all of the stuff I have to do before said countdown expires. Seriously doubt I’ll make it by the end of the month, but if I can I’ll save rent money for my trip and that’s a plus!
So, I’m having a complete meltdown trying to get the black trim in my bedroom covered back up with antique white. What kind of brain fart did I have when I decided to paint my bedroom walls pink with black trim all around??
Honestly, I think I could have found a better way to express my female creativity. But no, I had to have my bedroom look like a Pink Lady jacket. Even though I’m bitching about it now, it was really, really cute. I had pink sheets and black comforter and curtains. My lil girlie space that I shared with NO MAN…. well, at least until I met Tony.
It’s pretty sad that I have a big ol’ king sized bed, which has been effectively dismantled for the duration of this bedroom restoration project, and my big ass is having to sleep on the matress on the floor.
So, as you are snuggling into your nice bed tonight, think of me and the dang crick in my neck.