Don't call us, we'll call you
I'm such a liar. I really thought I would be posting sooner.
Currently, most of my creative energy is on hold and obsessing over the arrival of my kitchen cabinets. It's like the suburban housewife equivalent of a teenager waiting for that boy to call. I'm trying to pretend I don't care and have other things to do with my time and I'm okay either way, really. I'm trying to trick the universe into believing me, because you know the goods will never arrive if I care too much about superficial things like that -- it's the rules.
Ikea, take your time with those affordable, organization oriented, dampered drawer cabinets of yours.
Labels: If you need me -- I'll be the one helping old people cross the street
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Aww. Wish I could say that expectation is half the fun, but waiting for stuff to be delivered drives me crazy.
That didn't help, did it...
Actually, coming from you it's fine. Your slow boat to get all things mail and shipping...
:o)
My kitchen is here and almost all in!
I love remodeling projects... but the waiting does suck!
You were one of TTQ's blogging friends so I thought you might want to know that she has passed away:
http://www.beckman-williamson.com/sitemaker/sites/Beckma1/obit.cgi?user=302169Langdon
I'm stunned. Thank you for telling me.
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