|My big pfefferneusse.|
|And what am I? Chopped liver??|
So far, the year has been productive - all three days of it. I will either be a houseonfire or I will fizzle. Good thing I am not a betting (wo)man. While the STORM OF THE YEAR (dripping in sarcasm) raged outside, I finally put on my big girl pants and tackled the kitchen faucet. Given the fact that I had no idea what I was doing, I got pretty far until I ran out of usable tools. I had to call in the reserves to borrow a basin wrench. Why is it that men can call men to borrow tools and only get the tools while, when women call men to borrow tools, they have to get the man, too? Seriously - are they afraid you're going to break it? That you are a helpless waif? How helpless do they think I am, when I know to ask for a basin wrench? Sigh. In any event, the faucet is a fait accompli and I am so happy with it. Of course, my aluminum sink was not shiny enough, so I had to clean that. Then I noticed that my new stove was far from pristine, so I cleaned that. Then I looked down and noticed the floor and cleaned that. Then I put on my dark glasses and sat in a corner.
Since we're talking about cleaning, Scrappy has been doing his bit to help me out. He is still confused as to why he is an only child, but he's taking advantage of all the extra love and attention - and it's going to his waist...
Another item checked off the to-do list was the flannel-lined shades for the front windows. Given our drastic drop in temperature (as I am typing this, the outside temperature has almost reached positive numbers), these have really made a difference at night. And it makes me feel all snug. The flannel came from an old flannel sheet, and the fabric is part of my embarrassingly large stash.
|The blue is darker than portrayed, with a|
|During the day, the shades are folded up.|
Notice how a certain someone manages to insinuate himself
into almost every picture?
Under the category of "It's Always Something", the sheep are - apparently - bored and have been chewing off Apria's neck fur. I mean, really???? Plans are for the Chickster to be rehomed this weekend. Please goD. If that happens, Apria is going to be moved in with the girls. This is getting ridiculous.
I am off to tackle a couple more things off of my to-do list. This would be my indoor to-do list. As it is blowing and Arctic-like outside, that list can wait for spring.