As boring as SNL's Weekend Update, but all about me.

Wow. You know how I wanted to write here all the time? Wanted to have a place to plop my writing and have a place where I wouldn't have to argue over the choice of verbs?

Well, let's just say my days have been more than hectic. The last 14 days, in fact. Only before that, there was a funeral. And before that, 14 days of the same.

So Sunday, Pat and I finally crawled out of bed at 9:30 a.m., which NEVER happens around here. I'm lucky if I make it to 7 a.m. (and stop laughing, all you 5 a.m. risers). I hope you'll take it more as a sign of just how tired I was than just how lazy I was. Really. I spent most of the day Saturday sanding and painting sheet after sheet of bead board that will be the ceilings of the covered porches on the new houses. Then Sunday we went to the (take-your-pick) big box home improvement store which was hell (this cannot be understated) because we didn't get there until noon and then had to pick through all the crap (what's with all the dinged, items with missing parts, broken, crooked, dented or a combination of all of the above things out there for sale? for hundreds of dollars? it. drives. me. crazy.) to find two OK doors to put in the houses and to rent a chipper for all the brush piling up in the back yards.

Then back to the houses! To clean up! Except the chipper DIDN'T work! Vigorous cussing ensued! As did multiple calls to big box store! More cussing! Wow, what a weekend!