That btw is one of my favorite songs that stutter. How many songs that stutter can you think of?
This is how my mind works when there is a sucky task at hand. Today is garage cleaning day, shoot me now. I hate my garage, it has never been clean or well organized and most likely never will be. When I walk with TOF I admire other peoples garages, Fred's next door, meticulously clean. Henry's next door to him, clean and organized! Miss Evelyn's across the street...woohooo, a bigger mess than mine. YESSSS!
Any little thing to distract myself from that garage! My incentive was a nice breakfast before I started. Unfortunately I woke up at 4:20 and waited three hours for that breakfast. What is with waking up at the crack of dawn on the weekends? DO NOT SAY PERIMENOPAUSE! So anyway, we did breakfast. I had a delicious omelet with ham and tomato and some bacon. MMM. We got home and I had to take a nap, I could not keep my eyes opened. I did manage to remodel this here blog a bit before my nappy. You like? I really want to figure out how to have three columns. You know, without paying for a blog makeover.
Hey I should have a contest! Only those people who design blogs could enter and as their prize they get to make me up a BEEEE U TI FUL new blog layout. Ha as if! But it never hurts to put that out there, I mean I'd shout it from the roof tops and maybe get you some actual paying clients.
Ok so now it's ELEVEN am people and I have a killer headache. (and that disgusting garage beckons) Whilst I napped I had this dream that my SIL came over and was making fried eggs for Whynot. A whole dozen. I said to him (in my dream) you just ate. He replied, they're not all for me. Ok whatever. I peeked out into the garage and (insert that angelic music) IT WAS CLEAN and ORGANIZED. But on Whynot's side instead of his car, there was a maroon Astro Van and 4 cars parked behind it. My Vue was not to be found. ACKKKKK, I think that's what woke me up.
Back to real life, I popped an Ibuprofen (my cure all) and peeked in the garage, nope the cleaning fairy didn't come and work her magic. TOF's daddy (hmm, need to make up a suitable pseudonym for him) came over instead to help me put up some sort of contraption that I bought at Menard's last night. So now at least the shovels and other yard crap are hanging up and out of the way. That's as far as I got when I decided I needed a break.
I suppose break is over now and I must return to the garage and finish up. I might be back LOL I still owe you some pictures of the new Vue, who knows, I might toss in some of the CLEAN garage for good measure.