Summer school is over, and I have a few weeks left to lay around the house and actually enjoy the summer before we ramp back up in August. It turns out I'm pretty good at being lazy, as I can easily sit down with my morning cup of tea and the laptop tooling around on the internet and then suddenly it's lunchtime, the kids are whining and hungry, blah blah blah. Like they can't smear some mayonaise on a slice of bread and make a ham sandwich on their own. Don't bother me, I'm busy watching Timothy Olyphant kiss girls with his entire body.
I did also start a "home improvement project," if by project you mean I created a problem where one didn't really exist, in that I tore apart the cabinets in my laundry room so that I can make a mudroom. I'm telling you, Pinterest can be really dangerous.
This is the sketch from my head of what I intend to do:
Listen, I am not an architect, in case you didn't know. Also note, there's no room for the dog crate in my new mudroom. Sorry Max, but you're crate is headed to the basement.
But anyway, so yeah. I might get that finished before we have out of town company coming to visit in September. Not...likely. But possible.
In other news, if you follow me on The Facebook you may have seen me mention a time or twenty that my brother now owns a liquor store. Shut The Front Door, I have my own direct hookup without having to go to Missouri. He's having a lot of fun, working his butt off keeping it stocked and pretty and managing customers, and he must be doing a pretty good job because every time I go in there the door never.stops.swinging. This is a good thing.
Last week when I stopped in I saw some of this sitting on a display by the counter. Be Wines, including Be Fresh, Be Flirty, Be Bright, and Be Radiant.
I said, "Hey, look at that super cute $8 bottle of wine. Is it any good?" He said, "I don't know, I haven't tried it, but we sell the shit out of it."
I bought the chardonnay, the "Be Fresh." And yes, it is good. And fresh. So fresh in fact, that I may have ravished my husband later that night, and I haven't even started reading "50 Shades of Grey" yet. I'm pretty sure he went and bought a case of it. I will probably stick with the chard or the pinot grigio, because pink moscato translates for me as "puke your guts out" and also "headache in a bottle" so no thanks.
That's all I got, people. Its like 108 degrees outside, so imma just stay here on the couch with my dog and drink wine.