But before we headed to the game, my mental wheels were turning: what was my gameplan for food and "fun" on Sunday?
I determined that food was in place, but I didn't have anything in mind (except maybe a nap to catch up on some lost sleep.) I've been wanting to paint our front door since the first day I laid eyes on it. and I decided Sunday would be as good a day as any to transform it, so I ran to The Home Depot for door paint and patted myself on the back for ensuring my Sunday was lined out.
After grabbing a quick bite for Sunday lunch and mixing and measuring for a pot of chii in the crockpot, I set to work transforming the door from UT (that'd be Texas) burnt-orange/red to "French Roast," which is blackish brown just like the coffee beans. A couple hours later, the door and my fingers were well-coated in paint.
See, I did my part to help us avoid the stores and eateries.
However, my mental safety net didn't extend quite far enough and Mr. Official and Swimmer Girl had other plans: they headed to town to look for a new sectional sofa for the bonus room while I was tied up painting. One of the furniture stores is threatening to go out of business soon (and will continue to threaten to "close their doors forever" for the forseeable future), so dad and daughter did their part and took a sofa off their hands. Then they hit Sonic for happy hour, and brought me a diet cherry limemade as proof. I drank it with a small twinge of guilt.
Now let's just hope the sofa fits in its new spot when it arrives. (They traipsed off without a tape measure or room measurements. God love 'em both.) Next week I'm determined to keep us ALL out of the retail establishments. Wish me luck!
Happy Monday,
