Me So Sorry

I'm so sorry. Just loads and loads of sorry. If you are like me, you wait with bated breath for one reliable person to post their daily blog. I can't get enough of this blogger's love story in "From High Heels to Tractor Wheels" at http://www.thepioneerwoman.com/. Check it out. If Well Done is the blog you wait and wait and wait for, I apologize. I have failed you. I actually feel sorry for you. On several levels. 1. I am not that witty. and B. There is far better out there on the internet.

Now I'm nervous that all your hopes and dreams hinge on what I write right now. I have a little bit of stage fright. Nervous tummy, if you will. And I hope you do. But I'll just pony up and power through and share some pictures to disclose what I've been doing for the last week.

This is scary room #1:











This is scary room #2:











This is what I called a "good idea" at 9pm on Friday night:

This is what I call, "Oh sheet...what have I done? It's okay...I'll just lay here in the fetal position and suck my thumb."

To my credit, the room was pink. Baby girl pink. I much prefer the color now...but it was an illogical idea at 9pm at night. And the wine and fumes made for much giggling. Needless to say, we finished but I will be forced to 'touch up' the wine induced painting. We only spilled one glass, by the way.

Nothing saves a painting-gone-awry-situation like this next picture. This is what I call: Manna from Heaven at Midnight. Julio's chips, salsa, and Totino's pizza. They were $0.87. There are no words.











So that's what I've been doing. Again...I'm loads and loads of sorry.