I have been a Dorito eating, margarita sipping, sedentary sloth all summer. Handsome Hubby and I agreed that starting in August, we would jump back into an exercise routine and start walking each morning.
August 1st, at 6:00 a.m., I reluctantly put on my shoes and off we went. We took a route through the neighborhood so I could show HH the house my friend Jodi was moving into.
(I get to help do some fun things to it!)
As we walked up to the house, I was immediately distracted by items sitting on the curb next to the garbage. Specifically, a broken crib and a broken twin sleigh bed. I am sure I gasped with delight at the same moment HH let out a sigh of frustration. He jaw tightened up. He got kinda quiet. I knew I was asking for trouble, but I asked anyway: “Honey? Can you please come over in the truck and get these for me…?”
There was much discussion about how I already have a garage and a side-yard full of crap I haven’t finished (or even started on, for that matter.) I promised him that I would have them refashioned into something fabulous before the month of August is over. Promised. Him.
He went and got the truck. Our walk lasted approximately 10 whole minutes. oops.
Here’s what I’ve got:
There are all sorts of inspirational ideas. For example, I love this bench. Or this chalkboard. Or if I could somehow use the side rail as an organizational piece in my crap craft area in the garage….
I. Have. Got. To. Create. Something.
Or I lose. (And I hate to lose.) What do I lose? Being right, of course. Duh.