I just decided that I won't have enough granite in my upcoming new house.
I will have it in all but one bathroom, and of course, it will be in the kitchen. But I began to feel that the dining room and the family room would feel left out ... so I just signed away to have granite put there, too.
Hey, it's only money. Sure hope my house sells.
And because I'm crazy, I decided to have a garage sale this weekend. It's supposed to rain. Strike that, it's supposed to STORM!
And because I'm crazy, I just signed up to be a hippo in a game at my school.
Never mind that my back is out currently. Never mind that I'm risking it to go back out during this game (assuming it ever comes back in.) And never mind that I'm NOT 21 anymore. Nor 31, 41 or even 51. Never mind that I'm crazy.
By the way, those fools on the floor grabbing balls? Those are the hippos. The very thing I signed up to be.
Sure hope my house sells.
But speaking of really, really crazy ... I reorganized my garage last night. (Gee, I wonder why my back is out!) Stuff I'm keeping over here ... stuff for said garage sale over there ... and stuff that I'm hiding from Rick goes under here.
Know what Rick said when he noticed? "Hey, I like what you've done with the garage!" Um, all I did was push stuff to one side, push the other stuff to the other side and remove a car. Pushing that car out was a killer.
There's now room for us to play "Hungry Hippos" in our very own garage. Wanna play? Yeah, me neither. What if I put some granite in there?