Just so you know, I just
did an intervention
on myself.
It went something like this…
(In my steel trap mind)
Hmmm. I seem to be writing blog posts about projects I am going to do.
Hmmm. I don’t seem to leave the hunter gatherer stage.
Hmmm. I have now collected lots of things to re-do.
Hmmm. I have even bought the ‘supplies’ I need to do said projects.
Hmmm. I have never been a fan of mice, but I now own a mouse sander.
Hmmm. I traveled through the heat wave this summer that is South Texas to buy chalk paint in McKinney, Texas.
Hmmm. Of course it makes sense to spend $30 on a quart of paint?
And then I snapped,
and thought
WHATEVER.
Intervention over.
I found this Duncan Phyfe table
in pieces
at the flea market.
Daughter #3 needs a dining table.
The table was
$30 too.
Dining table $30?
Chalk paint $30?
Whatever.
Now I need more supplies, right?
I need some super , magical wood glue, and
giant clamps and a leveler thing, and some magical wood filler,
and then I’ll need a trailer, right?
Because I won’t be able to drive this finished product
to Dallas in Hauler 2, right?
And after I assemble it and paint it perfectly with my new chalk paint,
I surely won’t want to take it apart again to deliver it,
right?
Your friend,
Steel Trap Mind
PS. I have just set a deadline for all of my projects.
They must be finished in the year 2011.
Phew…that’s a relief.
Whatever.
Intervention #2 over.
