Dining Table Intervention

Just so you know, I just

did an intervention

on myself.


It went something like this…



(In my steel trap mind)

Hmmm.  I seem to be writing blog posts about projects I am going to do.

Hmmm. I don’t seem to leave the hunter gatherer stage.

Hmmm. I have now collected lots of things to re-do.

Hmmm. I have even bought the ‘supplies’ I need to do said projects.

Hmmm. I have never been a fan of mice, but I now own a mouse sander.

Hmmm. I traveled through the heat wave this summer that is South Texas to buy chalk paint in McKinney, Texas.

Hmmm. Of course it makes sense to spend $30 on a quart of paint?


And then I snapped,

and thought

WHATEVER.

Intervention over.

I found this Duncan Phyfe table

in pieces

at the flea market.


Daughter #3 needs a dining table.

The table was

$30 too.

Dining table $30?

Chalk paint $30?

Whatever.

Now I need more supplies, right?

I need some super , magical wood glue, and

giant clamps and  a leveler thing, and some magical wood filler,

and then I’ll need a trailer, right?


Because I won’t be able to drive this finished product

to Dallas in Hauler 2, right?


And after I assemble it and paint it perfectly with my new chalk paint,

I surely won’t want to take it apart again to deliver it,

right?

Your friend,

Steel Trap Mind


PS. I have just set a deadline for all of my projects.

They must be finished in the year 2011.

Phew…that’s a relief.

Whatever.
Intervention #2 over.