A question came up regarding the pending piano acquisition. I don’t have it yet, because apparently, pianos weigh like 5000 pounds, and have to be moved by trained piano movers with big strong muscles.
So, I can’t just throw it in the back of the van, like I do every else I want to drag home. I’m a notorious dumpster diver, and I really really miss my little black Toyota truck. Which would do me absolutely no good in this piano situation.
The piano belonged to Fiddledaddy’s grandmother, and has been passed between siblings. An e-mail went out recently from my SIL, to see if another family member wanted to inherit it. Since I happened to be on-line at the time, I responded with flying fingers.
“YES. WE WANT IT!”
Fiddledaddy, had other ideas about where it should go. (And after I plow through 5 bottles of Excedrin in the span of a week when my children begin playing, I may be in agreement.)
However, as noted in yesterdays post, I used my genius for good, and negotiated a deal which would procure us a piano.
Once we figure out the perfect location for our new piano, since it will be a permanent location, we’ll arrange to have it moved. Another issue has been our flooring. We want to get rid of our light green carpet. Another wise choice when building our house in 1999 BC (before children). Light green seemed a good choice at the time, as I figured it would be the same color as pee. Just in case.
I was wrong.
I say, just install a drain, and keep the concrete.
Because flooring is expensive, y’all. So much so, that I may be forced to knock off another bank to finance such an expense.
Which is a nice transition, as I wanted to discuss the mug shot I spoke of in the same post regarding the new leather furniture.
Yesterday morning, before the benefit of caffeine. I had an idea. I got Cailey’s pink ballet stockings, and sat down in front of my computer. I have a Mac, and have Photo Booth, but have never utilized it.
But, for your entertainment, I thought I’d give it a try. Because I’m just giving like that.
As I struggled to pull the stockings over my face, my daughter asked, “Um, Mom, what are you doing?”
“Nothing. Go eat your breakfast. There are Cheerios on the floor.”
Once I got the stockings over my head, I couldn’t see the keyboard, so I put my reading glasses on over the stockings. Which were over my face.
Are you getting the picture?
Good. Because you have to use your imagination. My computer wouldn’t let me publish the image. Not kidding. I did everything right, but I could not post it.
I thought it was hysterical. AND you could see my beautiful furniture in the background. Bonus.
Emme called it “disturbing.”
Later, when Fiddledaddy saw it, he said it looked demonic. And since my Mac is a Christian, it could not, in good conscience, post it.
So either, A) I’m going over the edge fast, or B) my computer is smarter than I am. I choose C) all of the above.
I e-mailed it to Trish, and she had to agree. Too scary. But, she wrote, the family room look like it’s right out of a magazine!
Except for the woman wearing pink ballet stockings over her head, (and pink and blue reading glasses) in the foreground.
Better Homes and Psychopaths.
It’ll be an instant hit.