It's Official...I Am Crazy!

I have been trying to find where I made this last collage for my header and I can't remember for the life of me.   I found Flicker and Picnic but it was not one of these.  It could have something to do with Saturday not being a leisurely day.

Since my last report, Dalton and Andrew assisted in moving two pieces for me...a mill chest came to the den and a chest went to the dining room.  Every time I move something, I have to clean, clean, clean!!!  I placed a rocker in the dining room and attached pillows to it, redid some curtains, sorted some of hubby's work shirts to make a quilt, I repaired the pillow I was complaining about, fixed the front door, completed a display for my arrowheads and invented a wonderful way to hang up my brooms. In between all this, I did some laundry and dishes.  The dining room is almost done.

I would still be going but I had company.  Then hubby had to pipe up, if you move that stuff outta the gun room I will get all my stuff outta here.  Can't you see I'm busy??? 

With just a touch of anger, I promised to have all my things out of his gun room by tomorrow...know what I have in there?  My saddles, two lawn chairs, two camp beds and some of Mom and Dad's stuff. 

Hubby says, leave that table you made and I will use it to work on stuff.  My table???  The one I made out of barn wood and have an old pie safe top on??  My pretty purple table with white enamel top?  With wheels and a second shelf underneath to put my supplies?  That table, my table, that he said would never work??  Now he wants it?

Well, guess what...I'm leaving it in there.  Makes life easier.  He'll get tired of it one of these days and say, get your table outta my room and I will comply, happily and pleasantly...HA!

So Sunday, once again, I will work inside and try to get these things finished.

Well, Sunday came and went.  Officially my house is a mess again.  I hopped to and moved all the stuff outta that %#$&* gun room that did not belong to hubby...except for my table.  Saddles and tack in the dining room (which had been perfect after my previous work) and boxes are stacked under the bar full of Mom and Dad's stuff and Christmas decorations.  The hall, which was perfectly clean and empty Saturday has stacks three feet off the ground but by golly, there is not one thing in that gun room that belongs to me!!! I even took the lamp I gave him four years ago when I decorated and organized this room for him.

I gave him containers to sort like ammo and I went for a walk for his health and safety!  When I returned, he was in the recliner, God love him!