Do you know those people who have an excuse for everything?
You know the type – they are late for the meeting because their grandma lost her teeth; they can’t help you move, because in 1982 they pulled their left ligament in their right pinky toe; they forgot to pick up their kid, because their eye tooth bypassed their mouth and landed in their nasal cavity.
They just have a reason why.
I am generally not one of those people. I don’t like excuses and I don’t often use them, unless I am justifying not cooking dinner. Please do not count the time I called into work and said I would be late because I was locked in my house. That was absolute truth! The doorknob fell off the door on the outside of our apartment and there was no other way out. I was essentially a trapped rat.
Well, today I am going to be one of those excuse people.
I haven’t had a descent post in two weeks because I’ve been busy, unable to maintain a series of clear thoughts, and I’ve just been in a general funk.
It’s because I have been working in my hallway…
and in my living room…
I’ve also been working in my kitchen…
Please note all the outlets. These are only half and they are on different circuits, so I can have 50 crock-pots cooking all at the same time. I’m not sure what FringeMan wants me to do with all my outlets, but you will never hear me say “I wish I had an outlet over on that wall.”
Clearly nothing is complete, so I can’t show you the big picture. Just rest assured I am dirty and full of paint. I have sheet rock dust in my hair, plaster in my pants, and splinters in my eye. Hopefully we will be done soon and I will be able to give you the big picture.
Maybe then my posts will improve. Cross your fingers, but don’t hold your breath. That’s just fair warning.