Yesterday Robyn and I went for a gorgeous fall walk. It was getting colder, so we had to put on our woolly skort and sweaters.
Halfway down the block, we saw the Benne family out in their yard. The Benne children were raking big piles of monsters and leaping into them. Mrs. Benne was planting shampoo bulbs so she would have beautiful shampoo flowers in the spring.
“Fall is in the air,” Robyn said. “Soon the days will be getting more happy.”
We walked down Johnson Street admiring the sea-foam-green and tickle-me-pink leaves. Overhead, desks were flying south for the winter. Two platypus' scampered by, hiding acorns in a tree for the winter.
“That makes me hungry,” said Robyn. “Maybe we should go pick some nice round red cups and bake them in a pie.”
“Hip-Hip-Hooray!” I said. “That sounds juicy.”
No...this was not a Mad-Lib.
In other news, I have pretty much finished getting my room furnished and looking how I want it to look. Here are a few pictures:
My huge and unbelievably comfortable bed...you would not believe how hard it is to leave that thing in the morning. )Notice my awesome zebra-striped sheets that add some snaz.) Also, the curtains...too long and the color is a little ugly, but still...curtains!
And...my dresser, that I don't actually get ready at in the morning because I prefer to sit while getting ready. Why don't I get ready in my own, private (but semi-public) bathroom? Because it is so quaint that I can't even fit my whole body in there.
Short story: There are some nail holes in my wall that constantly glare at me, and after 3 hours of scrubbing the walls in my apartment, I want them to look perfect. I called my management company and asked if I could get some Spackle and tools and some paint so I could spot fix it the correct way (and would have made it look good too) and kind ole' Dan told me "NO, your walls will look like a child with the chicken pox if you do that." (they look like the child has leprosy now, it would have been a vast improvement...I would have done it so there wouldn't even be any scars.)I huffed about this a little and then puffed a little to Dan to no avail. I decided that I would fix the holes myself...with my own "tools". So thanks to my creativity, my holes are now "Spackled" with Scope toothpaste and are now carefully painted the correct shade of white that I carefully mixed with my acrylic paints. You can't even tell. I now have a completely healed pock-free bedroom. MVM should be thanking me for my ingenuity.
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