There are still so many ways to get this dern double wide done. Four million walls to paint. Broken sofa legs. Still plenty of dead bug carcasses stuck to various walls from what we can only assume was some sort of hurricane or flood before it became a repo. Bathroom floor partially peel-n-stick tiled (some are slowly floating away from the others because they don't have a neighbor ... like they're trying to escape). My bedroom has become the catch-all of the things which should be more in the "office" area, but that area is so teeny, they are at the foot of my bed (the foot-o-the-beddy-office-area). Areas of this place are quite whickity-whack (how does one spell, "whickity-whack" anywho?).
Um, yeah. I'm totally decoupaging my entire fireplace with my old Seventeen magazines, and whatever else we can chop up and glue on. If that surprises you in the least little bit then, seriously - how long have you been reading me? Christine is cutting up magazines and gluing them ... to her WALL. And the sky is blue and dogs bark.