So, um, we're "enjoying" snow here again (although "enjoying" is a very relative term), and of course first thing after breakfast the homies headed out in it. And, of course, when they came back in they took a big dump.
Er I guess I should say dumped their stuff.
This stuff is also clogging up my hall closet, man. 'Cause, you know, dumps often do clog. I've had plans to do something about it but have sat on my lazy butt, just not doing it.
So here's to #83 AND #84's completion!
First, or A, got myself a 4 ft piece of pine. Ya know, some cheap stuff. $3 at very most.
Painted it black, distressed it. 'Cause apparently I have "distress sickness". Symptoms include not being able to paint anything without taking sandpaper to it's edges.
Might you be afflicted too?
Took these hooks leftover from this re-do.
And applied them, like so.
This is where frustration set in. You see, the drill and I. We are not one with each other. Not.At.All. He's suuuuch a butthead.
Anywho after multiple cussings and cursings, I got this bad boy set up on the wall.
(This is going down to the basement. It's a good spot-- out of the way, not too visible, but in reach).
You know what this needs? A giant oversized poster of Atlantic City.
Er, some numbers.
Oh! And some clothes pins. Yeee-ah! They can hold lil mittens.
Huh. Looks like a certain 5 year old rolled around in the mud. Well, there.
And ya know, maybe this is just a tad late in the winter department. But I see these hooks holding up bathing suits and towels, too. So if I'm too late for winter, well, that won't hurt my feelings at all. Not.At.All.