Val and I spend an inordinate amount of time at work Gchatting about DIY shit and stuff. Without her no-one would be around to "listen" to the stupid things I think about all day. Today's topic began with my idea to add trim to my shitty, boring, hollow-core, wooden interior doors to make them into fabulous, texturized, classy, white interior doors. She puts up with me when I try to give idiotic names to normal things, such as my new (as of yet un-revealed desky thingy which I am sanding and plan to stain blue):
me: hella!
i can't wait to get new hardware
first i have to make the doors less ugly
Sent at 3:00 PM on Tuesday
Valerie: I wonder if I could talk Mikey into new handles? that were colored? and sort of looked like a flower?
I'm thinking probably not.
me: val, no.
Valerie: hahaha
shhhhhhhhh
let me amuse myself for a moment with how that conversation would go
Sent at 3:04 PM on Tuesday
me: whatever
Valerie: so!
what's new with you?
me: working yo.
mathew thought he might come home for a couple days this week but that looks like a no-go so i shaved for no reason
Valerie: hahaha
oh man
that's a super bummer
you could come share your luscious legs with Magnum and I tonight
me: mayhaps. i have to love on joel after work for a minute and then i really wanna get some more sanding done on my giraffe-desk
Valerie: gifaffe desk?
excuse me?
me: it's tall
and slender
but blue
sooooooo blue-man-giraff
vegas-giraffe-d
cirque-giraffe-
Valerie: I want a picture!
OH THAT REMINDS ME
me: i showed you a picture!
ur a brat
Valerie: that one you got from craigslist?
is it really a desk?
me: roll-top bitch
pull-out surface and errything
Valerie: niiiiiiiiiiiiii
And then a day later a fantabulous free beat-the-eff-up hutch came up on CL and we had a dumb convo about that:
And then a day later a fantabulous free beat-the-eff-up hutch came up on CL and we had a dumb convo about that:
Valerie: it's ok if you do
I was going to work up some time anyway
ok
called
left message
me: bueno
Valerie: HOPEFULLY it's not gone yet
me: * fingers crossed *
Valerie: oh man
me: is it killing you?
Valerie: YES
also, I have to re-convince him about the stuff in the bathroom
but
I think I can do that
YES SHE CALLED BACK
she still has it
me: AHHHHHHH
AHHHHHH
Valerie: AHHHH OH GOD
HUTCH!
me: OURS!
YOURS
Valerie: yesssssssssss
me: BUT OURS
Valerie: (ours)
me: I WILL LOVE IT LIKE MY OWN
god-hutch
Valerie: dude fer realsies
that's how I feel like about your desk-shelf
We have totally convinced her boyfriend (a friend of my boyfriend) that we're not crazy and our obsession with DIY is just something childless women of our age do. #winning
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