No one's life is sane. It is learning how to live with the insanity that is the trick. Sure, down South, we all have our skeletons in the closet. The difference is - we open the doors and let them dance on the front porch. After all, who doesn't have a mother who thinks she knows it all, a father who knows best, at least one irritating sibling, and that weird uncle no one wants to sit by at supper. I'm not sure what "Normal" is, but whatever it is, I know I live a bit south of it.
My Life A Bit South of Normal
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Liv'n on the Edge
Aerosmith said it so well in Liv'n on the Edge: There's something wrong with the world today I don't know what it is Something's wrong with our eyes We're seeing things in a different way And God knows it ain't his It sure ain't no surprise We're livin' on the edge
There are a few "little" details that need to be taken care of. Towel racks and hooks will be nice - on the walls. They are not very functional in the boxes on the floor. And the bathroom door needs to be put back on - just saying.
Other than that we are at the "edge" of being done. The window and walls are painted. Well, painted to a point. The edging around the walls needs to be done. Ah, liv'n on the edge.
I will say one thing - the faucet no longer leaks!