Crazy Is As Crazy Does.

Let us all rejoice--


my buttcracking sofa is gone.  GONZO.  Most uncomfortable couch, ever.  You'd just fall into it, and you couldn't get out.  It was the pit of despair.

Trivia!!:

Guess how many half-eaten apples we found under the buttcracking sofa?

If you guessed 4, you have just won my love and esteem.  If you guessed over 4, you've insulted me, and there's no forgiveness in this life or the next.

So, anyways, obviously, we finally picked a new one.

I'll tell ya right now: you're not gonna love it.  Not.  I had very specific criteria whilst browsing for a new couch for this house.  The first thing I was looking for?

I wanted a sofa, that if (hahahaha "if")   a child jumped on it, it would automatically:

1.  Reach up, give the child a wedgie,
2.  Spank them
3.  Then promptly dump them on the floor

They don't make this kind of sofa.  But they should.

Anywho--

this is where it gets crazy. 

After we made our selection and paid the astronomical fee that enables us to haul it off, I said to myself,

"Self, let's give that room a mini-makeover before the new couch gets hauled in there."

And then I turned to the hubs and shared the same thoughts with him.  Sometimes I don't have the foggiest how he puts up with my shenanigans. 

So!  What did I have in mind?  In the 8 hours I had before the new trampoline sofa arrived?

Molding, but of course.



You are so surprised.  You are going to have a heart attack and die from that surprise.

Remember when I told ya I thought the molding in the basement was too pricey?  Well I just used every last bit of scrap from that project, and stuck it in my family room.  Seriously-- I needed every last piece.  And not one piece more.

I feel like I just touchéd someone.  Stuck it to the man.

And then I painted for five million hours.  And we all know how much I love that.

See it all white?



I totally love the change. Don't judge my daughter's dress 'n boots. She dresses herself. Then we just fix her a little later.

I'm feeling like this is a totally different room-- and I forgot how fun it is to photograph kids in window light. It's so. . . mysterious.





Oh son, no. . . .



Kiss your mother with that mouth? Do you know how long it's been since those have been cleaned? It's been like . . .(how long have I lived here? Oh, right. 3 years.) like, 3 years! Gah.

Let's get a before 'n after here.



I'm so glad I could paint at midnight so that the new couch will cover 95% of the molding. But I'll know it's there, and you'll know, too. 'N that's all that matters.

Show you the new trampoline (why fight it??) laters.