Caffeine: morning cup so far
Evil Calories: pizza at 11:00pm last night...bad idea, folks
Reality TV: Tabatha's Salon Takeover on Bravo
Is the universe not aware that I'm trying to write a book? Does it think I'm just surfing Clive Owen fansights when I'm at my computer? (okay...10% of the time, maybe.) I need the universe to throw me a bone. Just a teeny one.
My little guy is on the mend, inhaling honey nut Scooters at light speed (knock-off Cheerios...hey, I'm a frugal mommy, what can I say?) But now the family room had decided to become diseased. No matter what we did, we couldn't get the carpet to dry after in influx of water last weekend, and it began smelling like 800 different kinds of ass down there. To the point where even my son would walk down there, wrinkle his nose and say, "nasty". So, last night we were up until midnight ripping out the carpet. Did I mention that our house was built in the late 50's? You should see what was under it. Looks like something the Brady Bunch collectively spewed forth. We had hopes for nice wood flooring, but nay. So, today, we have to figure out what we're going to put down there in place of the carpet, which will surely result in a five hour trip to Home Depot. Five minutes in that store and I instantly want to take a nap. I really need to work on that "disgustingly rich" thing so I can just hire someone to do it for us.
Meanwhile, my poor little WIP just sits drumming it's fingers on my hard drive, checking its watch, looking through our Niagara Falls vacation pictures for the umpteenth time. Poor thing.