Bathroom Restoration Result: Upstairs is an Indonesian Hut Space & Downstairs Looks Like the Atlantic Ocean Vomited Everywhere.

What can I say? I am Crandall. It's hard for me to get rid of things and I tend to be a wee bit excessive. It is what it is, and I'm sure when the curtains arrive, I'm going to be like, "Dude, enough underwater bullshit. You're four miles from the beach." I can say, though, whoever showers in either space or uses the loo, will find themselves in festive waters and territories. The upstairs will be my GOOD MORNING, WORLD. AIN'T IT GREAT TO BE ALIVE and the downstairs will be one of the JAWS movies. Photos to come. I'm not done yet.

Dave, Kris, & the boys arrive tonight and I really hope to have a couch day reading, as yesterday didn't allow one to happen. I convinced Pam she needed to visit stores with me to find a new cabinet for the downstairs bathroom. We also got onion, garlic kettle potato chips. They're worth mentioning here.

I only have one item to return...the curtains I bought that are too long. No one seems to sell 45 inches curtains...they're all 65 to 90 inches long. And there really isn't anywhere to shop anymore. I'm avoiding Targets and Walmart. And sadly, I admit, I resorted to Amazon. Consumerism is definitely changing quickly. 

I did find a great octopus for my downstairs sea voyage. I will look at him every time I pee, which will make me happen. On other occasions, I'll look ahead to a starfish and a seahorse (also a frog and a Buddha...need to mix things up).

I believe Karal will be delighted when I stop moving shit around and simply settle back to my normal routine of reading, writing, and rubbing her belly. It's coming. 

First, I need to get through this Friday.