Alone at last with my computer, 2 bowls of cereal and Tivo. I have time to blog today because...
1. My brain will explode if if don't.
2. I know how to successfully pawn my children off on other people
and make it seem like it was their idea.
3. My house is LITERALLY wrapped up like a cocoon in plastic and there is NO WAY OUT!
Yes, Mr. Painter Men are here again. It took them awhile to come back after the peep show. And all the men are suddenly wearing large hats and sunglasses. And I am in a parka. And there is plastic covering every window and door. They say it is to protect the door and window frames. But we all know it's so they don't have any chance of seeing the 43 year old white woman in her birthday suit. I feel like we are in a large science experiment and we're being quarantined. Soon those men from the movie ET will break in and want to analyze us. I just want to "phone home". Or go to Nordstrom's Cafe.
We are still in home staging/improvement/repair hell. Monday the electrician was here, tomorrow the carpet cleaner and then hopefully Vern Yip from Design Star to put it all back together for me. And just so I can say his name some more. We are shooting for an Open House on Saturday. I have always wanted strangers wandering through my house, checking out my underwear drawers and critiquing my cleaning and decorating skills. So yes, the Open House is a dream come true. (If you would like to come there will be a special viewing for blog friends. The first 10 to show up will get a shirt that says "I saw Linda's underwear drawer and all I got was this dumb t-shirt").
So while people are traipsing through my house I will be taking in a quadruple feature at the movie theater. Any movie having to do with airbenders, vampires, or Tom Cruise running fast will do.