Lovely, Lazy Saturdays

While I of course adore the Colonel, and am really awfully fond of The Greek, I really like my Saturdays when they are both elsewhere. I suppose it's part of my descent into mental illness that I really like being alone on a regular basis.

The Colonel works every Saturday, and the Greek works Saturdays when she's away on the rails. This was one of those Saturdays, and this is what I did:

1.) Slept late (The Professor and I went to an absolute CRUSH in honor of the Chandelierier's birthday, and I had quite a lot to drinky-poo)

2.) Fixed the Sputnik Fixture (as part of the Rumpus Room Project)

3.) Fixed and hung the Storz Beer sign.

4.) Cleaned the brick on the basement fireplace.

5.) Hung new curtains in the kitchen.

6.) Wrapped barkcloth around the valance on the remarkably bland vertical blinds in the living room.

7.) Drank gallons of coffee.

8.) Bought a glue gun.

9.) Talked to no one but the dogs.

All of this while blasting the radio loud, and watching a Discovery Channel thing about the Panama Canal.

When the Colonel came home he was duly impressed before going to take a nap (the Colonel starts work at some insane hour, and quite sensibly naps before confronting the evening) All in all, it was a rawther fabulous day.