Random Thoughts on Tuesday

My GOD we have a lot of people coming to visit this summer.

Crap. That means we really, really need to finish some of these home improvement projects, like the lounge we have been working on since just after Bubba-Love was born.

I got motivated today and actually painted some of the walls in there. It's only the undercoat (I don't have permission from Hubster to do the 'finish') but nothing like clean white walls to make you feel like you've achieved something.

Of course, in order to get to painting that room we had to move the furniture out and it's now all over the house. Every room is now in a varying state of disorganization. And for someone like me, disorganized to begin with, it gives off the impression of living in a tornado. Perhaps we should change the name of this place from "The Birth Control Bed & Breakfast" to "The Black Hole Tornado."

Thank goodness the garden at least looks marginally acceptable. Typhon and Anouk have taken to kindly pooping behind the house, so the relief map of the Alps is nicely hidden out of eyesight. It's a nice work they've done. I loath to pick it up for a variety of reasons. I've tried to get Mini-Husband and The Princess to help me, but neither one seems very enthused.

I can empathise with them though. I remember vividly the first time my mom made me pick up a pile of dog poop that our dachshund, Klein, had left under a table in the family room. I sat there for what seemed like HOURS crying and crying over the injustice of it all. My mother and oldest sister sat in the kitchen, watching me, laughing under their breath.

Who knew that that same whining child would now have dreams of teams of dogs and hence more poop than can be imagined laying around? Ah, the irony of life.

That being said, I think I'm done painting for today. It's time to go play with the dogs...