scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

8.6.04

i have successfully trading spacesed m. (while he was out.)

all by myself. in two and a half (okay, maybe three) days. without paige davis or any oiled-up-sexy carpenters or a picky-picky designer or a second homeowner or any cameramen. With two needy, needy dogs, constantly in the way, missing their daddy. In the rain. On a much more strictly limited budget than they get on TV.

we'll see if he likes it. Ohhh, it's beautiful.

further discussion and, if i get around to it, pictures of my new master bedroom will be posted ... ah ... as events warrant.

also, the whole house smells like fucking charcoal smoke because the neighbors' son is house-sitting for them and has barbecued every night since friday. which is fine. but i figured they wouldn't be barbecuing last night because it was fucking pouring, and they don't have a roof over their deck, so i opened the window a bit, and left to go get some picture-frames and spray-paint and milk and raisin bran crunch and healthy-choice, and they barbecued. with WAY too much lighter fluid. but the house didn't burn down (theirs or ours), so it's all ok. it was all going to smell like charcoal sooner or later anyway.

the milk and raisin bran crunch and healthy-choice go in the kitchen, not the bedroom, you freak.

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scrawled @ 20:42