Yesterday I was bemoaning my lot in life as it relates to not getting anything done. In fact, I was so sloth-like before the window guy got here that I totally forgot about the vase filled with long dead flowers that was sitting on the dining room table.
The door bell rang and I stood there, staring at the metabolically challenged posies and did what any other slacker would do. I grabbed the vase and ran into the loo, placed them in the bathtub, closed the shower curtain and then attempted to compose myself whilst running at breakneck speed down the stairs to answer the door. Mercifully I didn't trip going down the stairs and maim myself in the process.
Once the window guy left I plopped my big ass down in comfy chair and remembered the flowers were still in the tub.
Of course, when I went to grab a trash bin liner to dump them into I discovered we were all out of liners. Great. So I walked into the loo and just stood there and stared at the flowers and decided I'd call the hubby and ask him to stop and pick up bin liners on his way home from work. Until then, the flowers weren't exactly going anywhere.
And what's a post about my slackitude without photos?
Hopefully by May 15th the kitchen will be repainted, granite counters in, and new flooring installed/laid. I'm hoping that the 7 cabinets that are going to have glass panels will be in by then as well, but I'm not holding my breath. After all, I have my slacker status to maintain!

