- Sell the couch, the coffee table & the old TV stand on craigslist
- Go on a date with my husband
- Run at least once a week for the whole month
- Mail Dan at least two letters a week
- Get the downstairs disaster area organized
- Find a dress for the Wednesday wedding
- Pick a paint color for the downstairs bathroom
- Pick wildflowers
- Bake bread
- Find dining chairs
- Patch holes & paint in the living room
1 — Our old TV stand, that once worked great in our old apartment, has been sitting in our downstairs hallway for months now because I am a slacker. No more though. This is the month – I can feel it – that I will have a clear hallway.
3 — We were doing so well with the whole working out thing and then we got he plague and have been pretty useless ever since. I keep reminding myself that it’s beach season over and over again in the hope my thighs will get the hint and just tone themselves up.
5 — The downstairs disaster area is this room at the back of our house where our treadmill lives. Some would call it a master bedroom because it’s got a bathroom attached to it and a closet, but it’s a pretty small room, and there’s not much room in there for furniture placement due to the location of doors and windows. Essentially, it’s like our home gym room, except that we have to walk through it to go to the bathroom down there which drives me insane because I hate that our guests have to walk through there to piss. But alas, it’s the only good place for the treadmill because I’m sure as shit not hauling it upstairs so hopefully inspiration will strike at some point and I’ll be able to make that room look fabulous, or at least put away the random crap that’s in there right now.
8 — Pick wildflowers is on my 101 in 1001 list and since time is up for that list in November, I really need to get my ass in gear.
10 — Our dining table will be delivered on the 9th. I am still not sure what sort of chairs I want to put with it because I’m indecisive as all hell. I hope once I see the table in my dining room, I’ll figure it.
When did I manage to get so domestic? How did that happen?
Also, the husband and I have officially been smoke free for an entire month, which obviously means we should celebrate with cake.