Sleepy
Umm...can I go home
I am so ready for some Friday laziness I can't even stand it. I am just staring at the clock and waiting for it to become 4 p.m., so I can go home, put on my PJs and lay around with Macintosh and Chip while I blankly watch some TV. I am just so tired and desperately need to get caught up on sleep and last night did not help the cause.
Like every Thursday night, the group went to BWW. Except this time we went at 8:30 instead of 6 because Cody started class and we were kind enough to wait. Brent and I got home a little bit before 10, but I came home with the mindset that it was only 8, which is what time we usually get home - naughty naughty.
Armoire no more...please
So I basically finished painting the stupid thing and decided I needed to spray some gloss finish on it to protect the paint job I slaved away on all week. Brent and I venture to Lowes and I am shocked to say that the gloss is the only thing I bought - even though the ceiling fan were quite lovely. So I get home and start spraying away, and holy mother - I think I managed to get high in about 2.5 seconds. So I kept spraying and spraying and trying not to pass out. The fumes were so bad for awhile, I considered taking the boys over to my parents house while Brent and I went out to eat because I was scared they would pass the fuck out.
I check on the armoire after we get back from dinner and it looks terrible - it is really streaky and just looks like I have a drinking problem. I am still debating on what I should do because I refuse to paint that nightmare again.