Sunday, April 20, 2008

And Then ...

Still no Hunny. Still no camera. All alone in the house. Barking dogs. Nearly finished wall. Ran out of spackle. Time for a nap.

Flea

15 comments:

tuney said...

1. I can't believe you didn't take pictures of all the drawings first.

2. Wow. Yay you! What a job to tackle. Spackle. Heh.

3. Do they call the container to keep your spackle in a "spackle box"? :D

4. Naps ROCK. Headed for the hammock myself, I think.

tuney said...

OH! How astute of the hubby to notice petal leakage. And? A very pretty flower, leaky or not.

Tammy said...

It sounds like you deserve a nap. :o)

Laura ~Peach~ said...

sweet dreams!

imbeingheldhostage said...

You are my hero-- I miss home improvement! The best thing is you could've used all of that alone time to blog like a mad woman, but you did something productive instead. You're inspiring! It's sad to cover that flower though....

noble pig said...

I'm with you on the nap.

Harmony said...

WOW...great job! Too bad you ran out of spackel. I hope you were able to get a good rest.

Mental P Mama said...

Laura beat me to it! Sweet dreams....

~ Straight Shooter ~ said...

Yikes! I am dying here...Need to see the progresssss. I have a project of my own and need the inspiration!

LaskiGal said...

Go for the nap . . . I'm kinda diggin' the flower . . .

Lori said...

I hope you checked the wall for a note from Fred and Bessie before you covered it all up! They may have left a clue!

MUD said...

Have you considered wainscoting and a chair rail? They make the stuff in short sheets now and you can cover half of the wall for about what it would cost to spackle and paint.
Work, then nap. Work, then nap. The secret of a long and happy life. MUD
ridingwithmud@blogspot.com

Karen said...

Take a nap. And enjoy it.

Coffee Bean said...

Spackle... spackle...hmmmmmmm

I think I'd like a little smackle of honey... Not your hunny... honey... like from a big ole pot... as in Winnie the Pooh.

Did I ever tell you I am married to Eyeore?

Colleen said...

lucky! I want a nap, but that laundry kept calling my name over and over. Nothing good when dirty socks and underwear know your name.