You might think I'm talking to myself on this here blog.
Oh wait. I do talk to myself on this blog. And in my day to day life. But that's not what I mean.
Perchance you've noticed in my comments that I get a comment from "Mandi". Perchance you think I left myself a comment, telling myself that I love my own guts. ?.
We-hell, that's not me. That's this Mandi.
The Mandi who won Crafting with the Stars with all this awesomeness:
(Faux Fireplace, people! C'mon!)
So I guess I'm saying I wish I was that Mandi.
And this Mandi will please sit down.
a while back, I was the wiener of a giveaway on her blog. And the swag was this totally awesome chair.
Oh chair, how I luff you.
Got free door to door delivery this weekend from "Mandi #2". ('Cept maybe I should be "#2"?)
Oh Mandi . . .well you came and you gave without taking.
This chair adds that splash a color that my monochromatic house needs, man.
Hmm. . . maybe the music room?
Maybe I'll move it around as I please.
And while I'm at it, I'll just go ahead and warn the whole fam-damily right now: Butts do not belong on this chair. "Please" and "thank you".