Today

I exchanged that oak board for two pine boards, exchanged the brackets for the correct ones, got screws, waxing strips, suet holders, a bird feeder and nail files. Then I came home, put all kinds of holes in my walls, broke a drill bit in the brick wall, put the shelves up and half way tidied up my mess. My best moment had to be when I used the circular saw to cut the shorter board to the perfect length...and I don't have a saw horse. BOOYAH!

My worst moment was breaking the drill bit. I know those shelves are up half assed and you know what? I don't care. They're a stopgap. A temporary thing until the attic is done and I can have a well made studio space. Preferably by someone else, or by me being supervised by someone else. Sure I can build stuff, but I need instructions. The last two tables I made are so wobbly I wouldn't lean on them if my life depended on it. Why? Because they have no cross bar or support. The legs on those things list like a drunken sailor. One day I'll go back and put the thing together the right way. Not today though. Considering that I made the thing to be a display case, it's doing pretty good. Of course that means that tomorrow someone will lean on it and the whole thing will go to hell.

Tomorrow I go to the inlaws. I don't really want to, what I want to do is stay home and finish cleaning my studio and sewing space. But I love my in-laws and it's kind of nice hanging around in their AMAZING home.

Other things I got done today:
Got Dressed
Visited my adopted-cat-to-be at the adoption center
Finally took the twin bed set to Missy's house
Forgot to eat
Got a migrane
Ate something
Took a nap
Remembered to change my Cross Stitch a day calendar (woot! I remembered yesterday too)
Watched part of the 1970's version of Escape From the Planet of the Apes. (wow it was...kitschy)
Watched 2 episodes of Pushing Daisies (LURVE that show)
Waxed my lower legs and underarms (you have no idea how much better I feel, I think I was inspired by EFPA, all those hairy costumes *shudder*)

Today Marshall told me that he really loves to get a rise out of me. He says even he doesn't understand that bizzar compulsion. I wonder if it's my reaction he likes or if it's just the prankster in him. He's not much of a prankster really. Just where family is concerned. Lucky for the both of us, I couldn't find my cell phone earlier, otherwise there could have been a nuclear meltdown when he told me that he'd be going to a movie with the new intern on her last day. Of course that's not at all what he was doing (he was getting the car washed) but like I mentioned, sometimes he says things to get a rise out of me.
It's not that I worry about him hanging around with female co-workers, or even females in general. He's so oblivious to women that should a woman try to pick him up they'd have to go about it with a sledgehammer or possibly a very blatant billboard. He just doesn't get it. What would really get me is him leaving me home alone last minute. That would send me through the roof. I hate it when my routine is disturbed.
Ok, now I'm just blathering. I'm going to bed so I can be bright eyed and bushy tailed for my four hour trip to the in-laws...which I usually sleep through.

Goodnight ya'll