Today’s Reason To Drink

Just call me Martha Belle.

Just call me Martha Belle.

So my house did not, in fact, blow up. I just forgot to post something on Friday … maybe to see if anyone expressed concern, or maybe just because I was busy at work and it slipped my mind.

But since then, something very awful has happened. I’ve turned into Martha Stewart.

Having become increasingly disappointed in my fixing-up skills around the house, I took to a $15 thrift-store shelf like an East End housewife gone wild on chardonnay. I shined it up and covered it with contact paper — which I have never done before in my life. Not sure what got into me on Sunday, but I even attacked the washer and dryer with the contact paper.

Don’t ask me where it came from, because I don’t even know myself. It’s definitely concerning, because I hate crafts.

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