For those of you who don’t know, today is Pamper Chrissie Day. (For some reason, most major calendars forget to mark this holiday. Go figure.) I lay in bed this morning for an extra half hour to plan the festivities.

First, I will set up my lawn chair in the back yard. Next, I will cut myself an obscenely large piece of chocolate cake for breakfast. Armed with my book, a cup of coffee and a dab of suntan lotion (just like my mom taught me), I will proceed to bask in the sunlight for a few hours. Mother Nature remembed Pamper Chrissie Day and has sent in the sunshine so all appears to be moving according to plan.

After a few hours of relaxing in the sun, I will return inside to take a nice nap on the sofa with my dog. All that sunshine will make me sleepy I’m sure. Probably another piece of chocolate cake to tide me over till dinner and voila! Another successful Pamper Chrissie Day!

Is this the life or what?

I should have listened to my mother.

Over the weekend, Kevin & I started our next home improvement project. We decided to use MDF which is really cheap man made wood. I think they compress sawdust or something to make it. It’s solid as a rock and heavy. Most importantly, it’s really cheap so we picked a bunch up and got to work.

As we quickly learned, MDF produces a ton of sawdust when you cut it so we set up shop outside on the driveway. While Kevin cut, I held and managed to somehow always end up downwind. After an hour or so for breathing MDF dust, I began to not feel so hot. My throat was prickly, my nose was running and I was having a hard time catching my breath.

Then I swear I heard my mother saying, “why aren’t you wearing a dust mask???” I quickly ran downstairs and grabbed one but it was too late, the damage was done. I’m still coughing up gunk like crazy. I can’t go near the wood without having a reaction so poor Kevin has been on his own. He, of course, refuses to wear a mask. Foolish boy.

I’ve been nursing my lungs cause Round Two begins this weekend. Thankfully, we are done with the MDF and will be moving on to good old pine. And, I’ll have my mask firmly in place thank you very much.

I think I’m turning into my mother!

Today was tough since I had to take the girls into the vet for their yearly check up. Kevin is a whimp and totally useless when it comes to getting the little spitting fur balls into their cages so I decided to go it alone this year. I am very glad to say that I currently typing with all ten fingers which is a good thing.

The best news is that big fat fatty has lost a whole pound and is now a svelte 16 lbs kitty cat. The vet thought my celebrating was a bit premature because she should be closer to 10lbs. Of course, when she walks over you at 2am it feels much closer to 50lbs so every pound less is fine by me.

They have not yet forgiven me for the aweful vet visit and are currently hiding under the bed but I’m sure with a little Fancy Feast, all will be forgiven.

Here kitty kitty kitty.

Good news! Frankenstein is back on its feet!

This weekend, Kevin began to upgrade my computer. He strung a large wire from the basement out to the backyard. This was attached to a long metal rod that I held in the air waiting for a strike of lightening. I heard lots of cackling and swearing coming from the house and then the cry, “IT’S ALIVE….IT’S ALIVE! Windows has detected to new devices!” I ran in to find it was all true. Of course, Frankenstein wobbles when you type and makes this weird rasping noise when you insert a CD but it does actually work. How important are aesthetics when it comes to a computer anyway?

So to atone for my lack of posting, I give you, the Dining Room Project.

As a PG-13 preview, know that we are currently working on something so big, we almost came to blows over the weekend. But I’ve said too much.

No, I haven’t forgotten about the pictures. I’m working on it. But I have appeared to lose my mind. This morning, I went downstairs and made coffee like normal. Grind coffee beans, add filter, scoop coffee, pour water into coffee maker and turn on. I then wandered out of the kitchen. Ten minutes later, I smelled the brewing coffee and decided to grab a cup. But when I went back to the kitchen, I realized my mistake. There, sitting next to the coffee maker, was the coffee pot.

Coffee on the counter, on the floor, soaking into my bagels. It was a disaster. How could I have turned on the machine but forgotten to replace the pot? Duh. The sad part is my coffee maker has this niffty feature that lets you remove the pot while it’s brewing so you can pour a quick cup of coffee. But if you take the pot out and forget to replace it, this backs up the coffee makes causing water overflow through the coffee grinds. So not only was my kitchen covered in coffee, it was also swiming in coffee grounds.

So I spent a good 15 -20 minutes wiping coffee grounds off my counter. I knew I had to get right back on the horse so I decided to suck it up and try to make another pot. Success! Yum.

Artie is doing much better and life has more or less settled back into normalicy. Just a short post today to tell you I’m working on the dining room pictures. Check back later to ooooh and ahhhhh your little hearts out.

And yes, I will consider taking commisions for other wall work. It would be a shame not to spread talent like mine amoungst friends.