I made this ATC for a swap this week. When I told my husband that I drew a hippo with an umbrella, he said, "That must have been very difficult to draw a hippo with an umbrella!" Ba Dum Dum.
It's been a week. A very long week.
It all started Monday morning as weeks are wont to do. I was so annoyed with my 16 year old son, that when the Roomba wouldn't sit properly on it's charger, I kicked it. Yep, Karma bites and she bit the crap out of me. I'm not sure if I broke or jammed my big toe, but it swelled up and turned a lovely shade of black and blue. This was not the week for me to have to hobble around and not be able to seek any sympathy for my wounded toe.
Then my Fitbit bit the dust. I have been on a winning streak with the weekly challenges I play with a few of my friends and, darn it, I wanted to continue that streak! The good news is my new fitbit arrived today and they have really upped their packaging game! It was as much fun as opening a new Apple product - all those little packages inside packages. As much as I hate spending money on things like this, I equally love the packaging.
Hooch is currently blowing his coat which means I have the pleasure of brushing bags and bags of fur off him each day. On Tuesday, I noticed some patches where the fur was completely coming out so off to the vet we went. He has some kind of skin allergy and my vet had to shave two huge patches off of him. It looked like a sheep was being sheared. Poor guy. He came home and hid in a corner.
After much deliberation and auditioning of tile, we finally came to a consensus this week and ordered tile for the family room. This is the only carpeted room in the house and we always knew we were going to replace the carpet with tile. Having a puppy has done no favors for this carpet and as we are having family visiting next week, my darling husband decided that he was going to get the tile down before they arrived.
I worried about this all night long last night. How was that going to happen between now and Tuesday? How was I going to clean the house with the family room furniture shoved into the living room and everywhere else? I did not want him to rush the job...the worries went on and on so I got up in a state about this this morning. "Relax", he said. He always says this. "I'll take care of it. You don't have to do anything." he said. The red flags were popping up everywhere.
He took up the offending carpet, lifted the pad underneath and low and behold, there was the most hideous 1980's blue-gray, swirly 6 inch square tile, with a grout line 1/2 inch wide covering the floor. There is a god, because he went out, cancelled the tile order and put new carpeting down over it. We will return to that project another day.
Throughout all of these ups and downs, I have been hobbling around preparing to participate in the community yard sale tomorrow. Don't ask why. I don't know. I'm the queen of 'load it up and take it to the thrift store'. I think I'm hoping to have a little jingle in my pocket at the end of the day that I can go blow on more art supplies!
Items are priced, table have been borrowed, and everything is in the garage ready to roll in the morning.
And guess what? It's supposed to rain.
