My third grade English teacher would be so proud of my introductory paragraph.
Hubs' job has taken us back to the Florida panhandle. Back to the beach, the waves, and most importantly, Target.
As an added bonus (not that Target and Starbucks were not enough for me, my friends) we get to move back into our house. We've had tenants in our home for the last three years, good tenants. Thank the good Lord for that. However, their color choices are not my color choices.
I like color. They like brown.
I have friends with beautiful homes filled with browns and tans and camels and khakis. Their homes are lovely. If I try to decorate mine with the exact same colors, it doesn't look good at all. They say you choose the colors that look good on you. This may be true. I tend to decorate with what I wear- greens, blues, pale yellows and greens. Brown is not my color. The last time I owned a brown coat I looked like I had the flu for the entire winter.
We've been painting. And here's the other thing. The air conditioner is out. Yes, m'am. I move back to 95 degrees with 200% humidity and I choose to paint my house while the air conditioning is busted. Hey, I never claimed to be smart. (We are in a hotel, so at least we don't have to sleep there.)
Our household goods don't arrive until next week so I am trying to use my time wisely, painting and cleaning before they get here. Hopefully today the air conditioning will be fixed today and the paint won't melt off the all, along with my make-up.
On another note, I am looking forward to The Help coming out soon. I loved the book and can't wait to see the movie.
What about you? What's your news?