One of several points of contention in the Suburban Lesbian household has been the subject of the entrance into the house. It's a small space about 4x6 feet, and it's the first thing you encounter when you come up the stairs to go in the house. For five years now, it has looked something like this:
(Do not be frightened by the dark pit of Ugly and Mess, dear welcomed guest...)
After the approximately five thousandth time I tripped over some piece o' crap and literally fell into my own kitchen, I'd had enough. Last Saturday was going to be the day. Kidlet was at the grandfolks, LT was at work, I had the house to myself, and it was a rainy, windy day. Perfect conditions for a Project. I made a shopping list, and went to bed with plans to be at Ikea first thing in the morning. You can imagine how disappointed I was when I woke up the next day at... um 2:30 in the afternoon...
My resolve was still strong, so I dragged my ass out of bed, showered, and braved the crowds. Fortunately, there was something of a hurricane going on, and therefore not prime shopping weather. $200 later, I walked out of Ikea with everything I needed for my Project, plus a new living room rug, new curtains for the dining room, a mini table and 2 chairs for kidlet's room, and some other assorted stuff I just couldn't possibly leave behind.
I got home and was finished with the assembly process just as LT was getting home. Lucky her. So I made her help.
Two hours later, we had this:
(We had wine! All this time, I had no idea we had wine!)
After I was all finished and admiring my work, LT asked me why I hadn't done this years ago. And then I killed her and stuffed her body into one of the new recycling bins.