mmm. No I didn't get it all put back together yet. I have all the parts but it's been raining and somewhat cool. Until hell feels like it's air conditioned (ie: the weather reaches "burn your skin off temps") there's no incentive to get back on the roof. I don't have a whole lot of skin left.
I think the worst part about all this is the fact that I'm an award winning artist at hiding money and concealing what things actually cost. I've got this down to a science. When DH came home and I was in tears over my Louboutins, he couldn't understand it. "They're JUST shoes" he says. At that point I had to confess, "No. No, they're not. *deep breath* They're $800 shoes."
Silence... Like that calm, eery silence you hear before a tornado hits. I swear the birds stopped singing and the wind stopped blowing.
Right now I'm pretty sure he's waiting for me to stand still so he can skin me alive. I can't say I blame him. I'm just hoping that he skins off some of the wrinkles when he does. If he succeeds, I'll save money on all this skincare crap and be able to buy another pair.
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