Monday, January 5, 2009

Chocolate milk and Kahlua is DELICIOUS


So I spent the weekend spackling, sanding, priming and painting. (More pictures to come soon.) As a result, I'm just a little sore. And when say "a little," I mean "OW OW MY NECK." Thankfully the last time my neck went ow, I was studying for the bar and my script-happy doctor gave me something for the pain....a little something called muscle relaxant. Wash one of those down with a White Russian, and man does it feel good. I did the same thing last night and slept for 12 hours. TWELVE! I think the last time I slept for that long was that time in the Motherland when--wait. I just realized I'm posting publicly on the internet while under the influence of some very potent drugs. Something tells me if I finish that sentence, I'll regret in the morning. Moving on...

I think 2009 will see a lot of home improvement in the DSB household. My best friend of 17 years (GOD I'm old) is getting married in October and I have volunteered our house as the "get ready" house. And we certainly can't have people getting their hair and makeup did in a tired-looking home. So up next is new hardwood floors in my room, followed by a kitchen remodel in late spring/early summer. Hopefully I can convince my mother to do the bathroom at the same time, but we'll see how things go. One thing the maternal unit doesn't have to worry about is electrical work, as the bride's fiance just happens to be an electrician. Yay for connections! (Pun totally intended.)

Tomorrow will be spent at another non-life threatening doctor's appointment with some relatives. The same relatives with whom I spent a lovely day in this post. At least this time I have my iPhone to keep me occupied.

3 comments:

K and/or K said...

I could've used that little treat of yours on my flight home from Asia. I hate plane rides! Knock me out.

Looking forward to pictures of the house transformation!

Liz said...

I have to beg my doctor to refill my allergy meds. Where do you people find these script-happy docs!

danielle970 said...

A little place called Great Neck, Long Island where no one can deal with life without a pill. Gotta choose your physician based on the pretention of the clientele, not on silly things like accredation. All about location, my friend.