Today I needed a screw driver. Not just any screwdriver, but the special handy dandy one that can turn from a flathead to a screwdriver by switching out the top part.
It wasn't in the toolbox, so I started to look in the laundry room.
I guess it's not really a laundry 'room' but more of a laundry 'closet'...but after living the first 10 years of marriage (and two little boys) with no washing machine, I don't care what it's called.
Actually, I do. It's called LOVE.
Anyway, in the process of looking for the screwdriver, I decided to clean.
Cleaning became emptying and emptying became organizing and organizing became prepping and prepping became painting.
Farewell daffodil yellow. Hello milk chocolate.
Now if only I could remember why it was that I needed the screwdriver in the first place.
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Isn't it interesting how one thing leads to another? But seems you had a plan for "milk chocotate" there before the lost screwdriver, no? I'm so ready to paint our multi-colored condo all white! And will start as soon as I'm back...
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