Apparently it is the start of a nursery. My family staged a bit of an intervention last week basically telling me to get my head out of the sand and start getting ready for this kid to come. I was told that the baby is going to show up whether I have things ready or not so wouldn't it be better to get ready? So we had a painting party with my brother and his wife. The room is a nice light green. It doesn't scream nursery thankfully since we're hoping to move in a few years. New carpets in the whole house are getting installed next week (our house is 32 yrs old and still has the original carpets, thankfully not shag but still pretty nasty) and the...gulp...crib and dresser get delivered the weekend of the 26th. Holy shit.
Since we had handy, free labor available, we also painted our bedroom. We have been wanting to paint in there since we moved in. The previous owners were big fans of two-toning things so it was a urine yellow bedroom with one wall looking like someone who is extremely dehydrated. It looks SOOOOO much better now. Just need to do some touch-ups tomorrow (only problem with free labor is that you have to give them beer and the quality of work tends to go down as things progress) and I can't wait to put it all back together.
So that's my exciting weekend. Have to work for a bit tomorrow, but it's my private consult work so at least I get paid for it. Otherwise only 3 more weeks of summer session left...and they have to go better than this week did....there really isn't anyway for them to go worse.
oh....and my only other news, I have become addicted to F.lair on f.acebook..someone needs to stage an intervention for that!