Thank you for not thinking I'm crazy...

To the construction workers who saw me in my car grooving to Vehicle (the flip side to Bo's "Inside Your Heaven" CD...for those of you who I haven't reached with this information yet) while stopped at the red light: I'd thank you for not thinking I'm a crazy woman. But that look you gave me makes me think you DID think I was a crazy woman. So I'm sorry...but I can't thank you.

Speaking of what you do in your car...I must remind everyone that your car is not a private place. Singing and dancing and acting a fool is fine if you do not care that someone may see you. Picking your nose is not because I CAN SEE YOU and that's just pur-de-out-o gross. (Yes, much like my post yesterday...I'm feeling much better thank you.)

Since my bedroom is completely painted now, I'm thinking that I may be ready to tackle my bathroom myself. I am off work most of next week. I'm going down South to visit my aunt and cousins for a few days but I'll be back by Wednesday evening. So I'm thinking that I can clear the room this weekend and tape it off...then get up early Thursday morning and paint. Yep...I'm thinking I can do this. Now...I just have to break it to the man. He's never happy when I decide to take on a redecorating project. Oh, well.

Supper tonight is Italian Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and wilted baby spinach.

PS...I broke the news to M that I was painting the bathroom next week. He took it amazingly well. I wonder why he took it so well. You know...that's very puzzling.