To Do:

Paint new upstairs walls

Paint old patio furniture

Find cushions for old patio furniture

Find cushions for new porch furniture

Watch at least 4 hours a day of HGTV

Remove horrid wallpaper in kitchen

Paint kitchen after repairing wall damage caused by crazy dog

Paint kitchen cabinets

Change kitchen cabinets’ 1987 knobs

Change 1987 doors to several rooms (would it have killed them to put in REAL wood doors?)

Watch at least 4 hours a day of Food Network

Learn to cook

Paint furniture for new upstairs

Spray paint new closet doors

Replace bathroom vanity

Replace bathroom lights, which currently blind unsuspecting guests

Stain new railing and banister

Nah, watch husband stain new railing and banister

Continue to go through crap in garage

Sell crap at garage sale

Learn to mix stronger cocktails

Write entire thesis by September

Freelance work

Lose 9 more pounds

Feed the dog

Interact with family and friends


...In that order.

When did this happen to me? I used to be cool…seriously. I used to go out, I used to dance, I used to think creatively. Then I bought a house.

There are days when I miss my apartment on Scott Terrace, tucked up in the woods like my own little tree house. If it wasn’t for the creepy, porn-watching, laundry-stealing, prone-to-inappropriate-outbursts-of-anger neighbor, it would have been a slice of heaven. Peeling paint and all.

I love my house, I love my family. But on some days, not every day, but some days, I miss being young and stupid and mortgage free. KWIM? Ok, back to thesis.

I’m on it Rand, sheesh!