I didn’t think that life could get any busyier than it is, but darn it, it did. This weekend was an absolute blur. At some point I moved my 61 VW bug from my neighbours house to my house. Unfortunately, I couldn’t drive it. I had to push it. My neighbour and I did it, all by ourselves. I was pretty proud about this, but really sad that the car didn’t start. I really hope that the problem isn’t the starter. I think it is. That would be bad.
I painted the ceiling in the kitchen, and installed the trim rings on the can lights. Installing the trim rings sucked. By the 6th one, I finally figured out how it could be done easily, but until that 6th one, I was having a hard time.
I bought a pad for the rug in the dining room, and cut it to fit the rug. It was about a foot too big on two sides. Smart me used scissors. Yeah, I know, not smart. I will say that the rug is much plusher since I added the pad.
I did not, however, do my homework. Darn.
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