What Happens When There's Time On My Hands

Let me just tell you that the romance between the cat and duck isn't cooling off.

Oh, they try to act all nonchalant and stuff.

It's just so obvious.

Maude hasn't even checked her email.

Today, a lovely, wisheverydaycouldbelikethis kinda day -

big plans.

Then - I saw a lot of cobwebs on the front porch.

I planned on just doing a quick job, going over things.

Then.

Well.

Then I didn't like how the furniture is too close to the color of the walls.

And then I didn't like anything.

And then I tore the whole room apart.

I didn't like how the dollhouse blocked the windows anymore.

I miss the rug that I put in the office.

Then I started digging in the room of merchandise.

Things I've bought, and no longer know what to do with.

Pictures, lamps, do dads.

And now I've just got one big mess on my hands.

And I just want to drive to the Tastee Top and come home and find everything back in place.

Glenny's not being a lick of help.

Said it was all fine to start with.

And then I moved this curb side dresser into the office, changing everything all up.

Glenny won't give me his opinion cause he said I'll change it all again in a few months.

My bikes were on the front porch.

They don't belong there.

They are much better in the kitchen don't you think?

So - a few hours ago - I had a perfectly fine - clean house - and a few cobwebs on the porch.

Now - my kitchen, office and front porch are a mess.

And I still have a wheelbarrow of weeds in my front yard.

Seems I can't finish anything these days.

His fault.