Pinch these cheeks… both of em… all of em
Good times. Santa Barbara.
Peach really is an actual person. Here is her dirty old man ET.
Does anyone know if these two have left for New Zealand?
If I dint’ post a picture of you, it doesn’t mean I don’t love ya. It means you should send me a picture.
Send me pics! I love ‘em.
:)
This is the first time I met Catssu and Bejart. I asked them how long they had been together. They had just met. 
So… plans for the weekend?
:)
It is sunny and fine here in Dallas. As soon as Christine wakes up today,
Crooked ass foundation — now sturdy as a motherfucker
Cheap ass cabinets from the 50s — splintered up into kindling
Scary old knob and tube cloth wiring — gone
Cheap cracked wall boards — in a landfill — prolly for all time since they weren’t made from anything resembling a tree
SOOOOOOooooooo….
We have new textured walls ready to paint. (!!!!)
We have new floors ready for tile.
We now have kitchen windows THAT FUCKING OPEN????!
LOL That one is the biggest miracle to me since I am sure those windows have been painted shut for decades.
I would take a picture with my cell phone, but I left it at the apartment.
Right on.
:)
***Edited to add***
I fell hard for these olive leaf corbels that Lowes sells with Kraftmaid cabinets, but just couldnt justify the crazy cost. So I found out where Lowes gets them, and then found that company on Ebay. I got the four corbels for less than the retail cost for 1. They came in today and THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL. Heavy, handcarved, solid maple. I am going to use them as decorative supports under the upper cabinets.
My poor puppy Charlotte is singing those old rag time blues. Yeah. She has become a woman now, and Chuy is so confused since he has been openly devoted to the plushie lifestyle all of these years. And I can tell my fast little Charlotte will be a party girl, worrying a Daddy to no end. I am going to have to get her fixed.
Crazy. I always peek down the aisles at the Homo Depot, scanning for the beefiest boy in orange. Then I make him do my bidding, put lumber and sheetrock and whut-have-you in in my truck. Today sugar-crackle-glaze tells me that I should go ahead and buy 18 foot lengths of base molding. That way I save money and these nail pounders over here won’t have to cut the wood in the middle. I says “yeah, but the bed of my pickup is like 6 feet long?” Before the Depot dood ran off all bizzy, he assured me that some vague people called “they” would automagically tie this wood up over the cab of my truck like… a perfectly sane “arch” he said. Motherfucker heyyulll. That shittin’ lumber was sticking out a whole car length behind me and bouncing all the way to the pavement and up. LOL I drove home doing like 8 miles an hour with my flashers on. It was ridiculous and I can’t believe no cops saw me.
Let’s get ‘er done.
AAARRRRGGGGGG!!!!
The only part of my 1920’s kitchen that I am saving is this darling china-hutch-butler’s pantry little built-in thingy. Right.
So today the guy working for me is walking toward the built-in with a sheet of plywood and a fucking Thor hammer. My Spanish is downright ignunt, but I said, “No clavo por favor. Antique!” Or at least, I thought that’s what I said. 
So as soon as I left the room, do you think that damned motherfucker hammered two three inch nails all the way through the 85 year old trim? And of course the old wood splintered and split when I tried to pry the plywood loose?
Yeah! During all this construction and whatnot, it’s a lucky thang he hammered that chunk of protective plywood so securely to the little built-in. A careless person walking by could have accidently … oh… I dunno… ***bore splintering holes through it with huge ass nails***???
Ahh. I s’pose even King Tuts head could be fixed with glue and clamps and putty. But still.
I aint got time to be sitting here playing fuck fuck! I maybe got some jackleg backup from a few previous projects, but after going through 3 electricians? I am trying not to lock horns with the peacockin’ prince o’ the hammer … Least not til the walls are textured and I get my miter saw back. The Love Shack is still Shacked Up on Shacky Shack Street. Lawd willin! Creeks dont rise! We be gettin ‘er done!
Then Baby came scooting in here tonight with her hands on her hips, twirled around on a pink flip flop, and declared it all nasty! She pointed The Femme Mobile uptown. Then she IMmed me, tinkling on her keyboard ’bout how she had some macaroni and cheese over at her house. Pfft.
You know how they do on HGTV right before the reveal on a remodel, they always play that tinkle tinkle tinkle Voilà music?
Well. Huh.
Fat Daddy ain’t hearing it today. I’m going to have a biggo beer.
(Shh. I still love it any way)
