Thursday night, my husband and I were chatting (like we sometimes do), and he mentioned that he'd cleared a space in the livingroom for the Christmas tree.
You remember my livingroom, don't you? It's the room painted a hideous garish white and full of STUFF that we don't know what to do with. Last weekend I began moving some of that stuff downstairs after cleaning down there, but there was still a lot in there to be sorted and/or tossed.
"Oh, NO! Honey, you can't!" I wailed. I have PLANS for that room. It needs to be cleared out; it needs to be painted. I don't want to spend my Christmas in that ugly, ugly room!
"So? When is all this supposed to happen?" he asked.
"This weekend! I just need you and boy to be gone."
So this morning, Darling Man got up, went to work for a few hours, came home, got ready for KenPo, went, picked up his truck (new brakes), and he and boy were out of my hair by 1pm! And I got to work! I painted the whole living room! I moved the recliners and the piano and all the junk and got the walls painted their first coat. Then I went to work on the nasty windows - got them all sparkly and their hardware works now. Then I did the second, texture-y coat, had dinner, and started the third mellow-er coat. I got about a third of the third coat done before my knees gave out. I shall arise early tomorrow, finish the third coat, paint the ceiling and the woodwork, clean the carpet, move the piano back and clean the rest of the room, hang blinds and curtains.
THEN we'll have a room for Christmas!!!!
So if you've been wondering where I've been...