I spent 90% of my weekend in the garage, which I would complain about, except it was SERIOUSLY overdue. Like, fer realz:
In my garage.
So I tackled it this weekend. And I'm doggone proud of myself! I would say that I deserve a graduation cap, except that I totally found my ACTUAL college graduation cap during this weekend's garage purge, so never mind.
Here's what it looked like when I (FINALLY) finished fortheloveofallthatisholy:
But they DID clean their rooms, so there's THAT.
I also managed to try not one, not two, but THREE vacuums (two of which came with the house...), before rescuing my shit-ass Dyson from the Goodwill pile and resurrecting it with nothing but a box-knife, my teeth, my Superman boyfriend's grip and a fresh roll of packing tape. I'm glad to have it back, oddly enough, considering how much I hate it's horrible, yellow, non-self-propelling ass. But it sucks better than a two-bit whore during Mardi-Gras and I had some pine needles in my garage that needed such a talent.
In other news, on Wednesday, I plan to do this to my hair:
Mainly because I can no longer get a proper A-line due to my "chemical" hair cut and how much of my bangs have broken off onto my pillow (either while or while not Joel is mussing them...).But I still wanna be BLONDE!
I figure the Sharon Stone will also give the world the perfect view of my new tattoo. (Soon to be blogged..)