Bugged after all

So after having my new love seat for a week I've decided I don't like the red with the brown. I really bugs me that this happens to me. It's not that I don't like the couch.... I don't like the brown carpet and tan walls. And since I don't see Joe painting the walls or being able to pay a for a new paint job or a new carpet again, I'm stuck. Besides, I like the red couch better than anything else I saw at the store. But the room looks so drab.

I had a dream this morning that I redecorated with the brown carpet, a black couch, a white shag rug and blue highlights. It was striking in the dream and I just noticed that Michelle use those very colors in my blog background. I could still take the love seat and recliner back and buy black furniture and the rug but I still can't see Joe painting the walls.

I've decided to keep the couch, love seat and recliner and just buy a white shag rug like the one I have in my bedroom only larger. At least the room won't look so drab (and maybe we can get the room painted when I can save up the money for it.)

I guess I shouldn't complain. But it does bug me that I go to all the trouble shopping and thinking and planing and end up not liking it. I guess I should hire a decorator. My one consolation is that Melissa painted a room in her old house THREE times because she didn't like the way it turned out. I'm sorry she had to go to all that work but it comforts me to know that someone with as good a taste as she has got it wrong twice too. These are such expensive mistakes though. Luckily, I love the furniture in my bedroom and the end table and couch table I bought. Now I will just have to look forward to painting asap.

I do hope to get my bedroom painted this winter. We are going to ask Steve and Michelle to do it for us as part of their rent. I guess when you read this, Michelle, we won't have to ask you as you'll already know. We were waiting to ask until you got settled in downstairs. Hope you both will be willing to help out as it is much too hard for Dad or I to do it anymore.

The latest on my using a cane is that I still need it. Fortunately, I've only kicked it once since the last time I wrote so my little toe has had some time to recover. (I know this is riveting information but Michelle tells me to write about anything, just so long as I write)

I've had a flareup of fibromyalgia again so I have been trying to rest more lately which gets very boring. It seems to be calming down some now, though, so maybe I can start do a little more.

Ems, I'm sorry your kids are sick. Emma looked really bad last night when she was at our house. But she talked with me for a few minutes about the toy box which was a big deal for her. I hope they are better so you can go to grandma's with me Friday.

Well, I can't think of anything else to say of substance and I refuse to write about being bugged about how the microwave makes red rings around my plastic soup bowls when I cook Tomato soup in them. (Opps, I just did. Oh well, that's for you Michelle)

Lubs lubs,

Mither