Impulsive

Yesterday I decided this adjective applies to me. I've suspected so before but yesterday was the nail in the coffin. The night before i'd found myself picking at the paint on my bedroom door. I have noted before that the doors in my house must have a million layers of old paint. I figured that if I ever got around to it I should probably strip off the old paint and start over. Their age and design make them hard to just replace so repainting seems necessary. So saturday morning I bought stripper and got to work on the bathroom door. I spaced my social plans and conveniently ignored the fact that i'm hosting a bridal shower next saturday and pretended it was still summer and that i'm not working 10 + hour days. Oh not to mention all the other obligations i've committed myself to for the next couple of months like my annual halloween party. No, I just took the bathroom door off the hinges, started slathering on some stripper and basically gave myself a bach ache that will probably last a week. I've only managed to mostly strip one side of the door. I still have the other side and have to repaint it. I can't imagine this will be done by saturday so my roommate suggested I take my bedroom door and put it on the bathroom. A sheet for a bathroom door in such a small house just isn't solid enough. I've never been much of a handy woman so I have no idea what happened to me yesterday but now i'm paying the consequences. I am praying for warm nights and a strong back so I can get this one door at least done by halloween.

Dona was good enough to document my craziness so that i'd have something for the blog.