After what could only be described as MONTHS of putting-offedness (Exactly six months, actually) I have decided that this weekend is Re-Paint the Ugly Bathroom weekend. I have not yet decided on colors: two? Three? Green? Green-blue? Blue? Brown? Light brown?
I also have no fixtures on the vanity (still).
Should I paint the vanity?
Let’s consult a martini.
Ms. Pronoun has an serious case “OverShareitis”.
The manifestation was, um, overwhelming yesterday and I’m formulating ways to tell her “look, that’s not something that you should be sharing with people in the workplace.” (but sounding less like a bitch, natch).
Oh, the things she has told me… remember, I’ve been here two months… her sex life, how she likes to take “it”, dirty cell phone photos/jokes, “female” issues, student loan debt, money issues. Oh, tip’o’the iceburg.
Starting to notice the Sirius/XM merger. My favorite station (“new wave”, Fred on 44) is even better than it was before… thank goodness someone is finally giving early industrial the props it deserves.
Next Wednesday I’m getting my tat re-inked!
Seeing as she’s ten years old (holy crap! what?) she’s due for a touch up.
Not really that nervous about it… still banking that the artist is going to be able to fix my ink up.
There’s nothing aesthetically wrong with my ink, it’s well, the idea was a wilted daisy and the photo I found was a purple coneflower. Subsequently, my ink looks more cornflower (pointed petals, larger yellow/pollen thing, purple leaves) than daisy (round, white petals, flat pollen thing).
The un-herbal call it a daisy, the trained eye knows it is an echinashia.