Weekend Update

Weekend Update

by | Dogs, Life, Mr. Spouse | 17 comments

There is only so much HGTV a body can stand before they willingly–willingly, I say–turn over the TV to the Super Bowl half of the family.

And I reached that point. I believe it was after the ‘is-there-really-any-chicken-in-here’ soup. The stuff that comes in the red and white cans. The stuff no adult eats and I never have in the house. The stuff I CRAVED after a night of violently purging from my system EVERYTHING that was not tied down by ligaments. I swear, even my EARS were puking. And when I came to, when I was remotely conscious, all I wanted was Campbell’s.

And a shock collar for the dogs. I wanted to send them flipping over backwards every time they barked. Which was every three minutes seconds. Because Mom was in bed and they had to guard her. From everything. And my little darlin’s have fierce imaginations when it comes to danger. Squirrels! BARK! BARK! Trees! BARK! BARK! BARK! Mr. Spouse checking to see if I’m still alive! BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK!!!

I sent Mr. Spouse on a mercy run. He came home with the soup. Two cans. WHAT was he thinking??? Really, I’ve got a LOT of empty inside me, more than two cans’ worth. And he ignored my suggestion for the dogs. Totally. Like he thought I was kidding or something.

Awww geeze…

But while my day was spent snoozing on the sofa, drifting in and out as people bought apartments in Sweden and Scotland and directing BAD thoughts at my best beloved puppies, Mr. Spouse was outside working on the new studio.

I need to come up with a name for this new studio, by the way. Or I can transfer Studio Grande. I’m open to suggestions.

the window wall

Look at that. Got some plywood up. And it’s starting to look real. The little puddle on the concrete lower right? Sophie and Bean saying hello. They don’t realize this is almost an indoor place now. And they sure don’t know that this will be Studio Quat’s domain.

Now that will piss ’em off.

view towards the front

This is the hobbit door. Mr. Spouse REALLY wanted this. And since his labor is free, I agreed. But I’m going to paint it RED.

So that was the weekend around here. Me? Not so much. Mr. Spouse? Good Job!

 

 

Attention Deficit Disorder

by | Life | 2 comments

AARUGH!

Got a cold or some other nameless variety of cootie bugging me tonight. Came on just like that. No warning at all…one moment I’m fine, then the next thing I know I’m deep in whiney-land with a sore throat and chills.

Veg out time. HGTV. Watch people buy, sell, renovate houses. No plot to follow. Just be there for the final reveal. The last five minutes where OMG–I so want to live in that renovated basement apartment. Love the shiny glass tiles on the wall. And the furniture. But mostly I want to live there because it’s CLEAN. Not a dirty sock in sight. And look–a bowl of oranges on the counter. I like oranges….

That’s where my attention span is tonight. Somewhere on the sofa between a couple of dogs, fixating on other people’s houses.

And on-line solitaire. Greatest mind-suck of them all. Except for the distracting Frye boot ads that scroll up the side and catch my eye. Because every once in awhile I see a boot I have to have and click on it. Which screws up my game, totally. I lust after the distressed leather, because I go for the ones that look like they’ve been worn around a barn for years and years and I want them real bad. So bad I dare to click again to see if they have them in my size and color.

Fortunately they don’t. Which is good, really. Because otherwise I’d have some ‘splain’ to do when UPS delivers enough boots to shod a couple dozen feet.

And I only have two.