It's Lollygag Central here at the Waterfall household today. Today's big job is to paint the sunroom Bewitching Blue. So I'm playing on the internet instead.
Yesterday I got the paint stuff, caulked like a madwoman (sunroom and bathroom), weeded, got Hubster's car washed, inspected, and oil-changed, taped up the sunroom in anticipation of the paint job, ran three miles, and did about two hours worth of tech-writing work for my job. (I'm not supposed to work at home, but I'm organizing an intranet-type website, and it was just too much fun to hold off on until Monday.)
OK. Once the room is painted ... I'm balancing the checkbook. If I have any money left in the rapidly dwindling home-improvement budget, I'm going to get some more flowers for the new garden. A garden by the front door works wonders. My little old heart leaps up every time I pull into my driveway and see all those pretty flowers.
Now I'm having strange urges to go to junk stores and find cheap stuff I can spray paint, magically transforming it into Nice Stuff That Looks Good In My House.
My house. The hope is that it won't be my house much longer. But now I want the 110-year-old farmhouse even more. My soul pines for the 110-year-old farmhouse. Alas, the Hubster wanteth it not. Woe is me. I. Woe art I. What Ev Er.
This is what it means to lollygag. I guess this is also what it means to "stay busy" while Hubster is gone. Time to go paint.