Remodeled Weekend
I've been staring at the word Remodeled for about 5.6 minutes now. It just doesn't look right. Any sane person would look it up in the dictionary and either satisfy their curiosity or fix the error. Not me. Nope, I just want to look at it, tilt my head sideways and ask everyone who walks by how to spell remodeled.
That's what I did with my weekend anyway. That was supposed to be the tie in. I remodeled a bathroom. My mom's to be exact. We'll call it a birthday present. I was just planning on getting her an electric/cordless drill but I ended up donating my time to her home improvement project as well as buying a drill. Every time I move, I'm reminded of my generous act of kindness too. I suppose that goes hand in hand with being crouched down on a bathroom floor for 8 hours. You should have seen me afterwards though. I was staring at the dumb floor like a goob all night. I'd go and get something to drink or whatever and then drift back to the bathroom, turn the light on, and just admire it. Talk about pride. I am woman, hear me roar. I've provided visual aids so that everyone might admire my work.
I have this image of you in my mind right now. It's you leaning against the door frame, tugging at your big old Eagle Head belt buckle while sporting some heavy flannel and nodding knowingly. "Yup....I done good!" *LOL* But seriously, all jokes aside, there is something very satisfying about a project like that. They are results you can see. And like you said, everytime you go past it, you will remember that it was your hard work that made it look so good. I'm sure your mom appreciates that. You're such a good daughter!
ReplyDelete*LOL* Now funnier still is imagining you scowling at the computer because you're not sure if that is how you spell that word properly. See, you don't do confused. You do creased brow and I see it now. The intensity of your blue eyes are going to burn holes int he screen so stop! Seriously! STOP!