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Om.

I also stained my shed, which I did in the fall on the 2 sides facing the house; now that I have new neighbors and more stain, I did the side facing their house.
This is
Pretty!!!
Then I rested and made the following funny for ICHC, out of my sister's cat Sussu:
I must credit Tits with introducing me to this most wonderful site. Which reminds me, before I can relax I need to go get muh bacon on.
This was my day. An ordinary, homey kind of day.
What I did not do: call my daughter a thoughtless pig. At least there's that!
I hope you are at least as excited about this as I am! It's all about the hot rollers, girls. Here is the hair routine as I have come to live it:
I also wanted to share with you that even though I am psychotic, I am still trying to be fun! Here are my kids taking their midterm:
We have these boxes to make a perceived "wall" between neighboring students. They are old, beat-up keyboard boxes, some of which said things like "Maddie is a slut" and "I am so BORED" and had holes punched in them, so I covered them all with wrapping paper to make them pretty. I do believe that this also adds to the already fun testing atmosphere, giving it an air of frivolity. What is missing from the photo, besides the kids' faces, is the two boxes covered with cabbage-patch kids wrapping paper. It is so heinous that it must be seen; I promise to take a picture. The kids always fight over those.
Sigh. If I could but curl up and sleep on that cozy little rug, but no. 3 more days of this madness.




Here is my office, which I have painted light sage.
Here is where I sit and talk to all you freaks.
(I'm allowed to say that, being a freak myself)
My fireplace, painted dark red (it was white before)
No more meals on the floor.
Bummer.
My grandmother's piano lives with me now.
The living room too has been painted.
My house is finally ready for guests.
(hint hint)