I crack my knuckles...on my fingers AND my toes. Hah! And you thought you wanted to know more about me! Better not ever ask me about my shoulder trick, by the way.
Anyway, so I'm all flustered-like because yesterday I DROPPED A DRESSER DRAWER FULL OF CLOTHES onto my right foot (I'm smooth like that) and today, every time I try to crack my toes, it feels almost just like it did that one summer when I broke four bones in the other foot.
(2)Dude, what if I broke my foot? That would be so lame. Get it???? Lame??? I kill me!
(3)Anyway, the potentially broken foot has not prevented me from pursuing the completion of the den painting, which really actually is almost finished this time. Finally. Jeez. Do you realize that it's been an entire WEEK since we started that godforsaken project? Which is why I went berzerk last night after tripping over a ripped witches hat which had been yanked out of the costume bin which was in the middle of the dang room because I was painting the wall. And I really almost smashed my semi-useful noggin on the frappin' television stand and I was all "UGH! I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!" Followed by a lot of other things that a really unstable person might say.
(4)But my husband is brave and good, so he intervened (brave) and offered to take all the kids out of the house for a couple of hours so I could what I pleased (good). Which is how I got from not-almost-done-yet to wow-we-are-really-almost-done! Bless him.
(5)p.s. Would you like to see a super before picture of the side of the den that we're still painting? Like, the way it looked the first day we got here? Ask and ye shall receive, my friends.
Be excited to see the 'after' photos. Be VERY excited!
(6)On a completely unrelated note, the almost 4 year old boy has started saying a lot of ridiculous things, like "Darn it sauce!" when things aren't going so well and "But wha' 'bout ice cream?" every single time we say it's time for bed. And I'm all, "Wha' 'bout some darn it sauce on your imaginary ice-cream?" and he just doesn't get it. I mean, can't he tell that I am a comedic genius? Why isn't he laughing hysterical whilst simultaneously tucking himself into bed???
(7)Speaking of the boy, it is totally his nap time but I am writing this instead of offering him some fresh Darn It Sauce. He's a growing by. He NEEDS his Darn It Sauce!