How is it Monday already?
Oh right, because the term formerly referred to as “weekend” has been replaced by “super-sonic crazyfest.” Aka “summer.”
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| Zumba behind us! |
This past crazyfest was especially lovely, as my big sis Kate was in town to boss me around- er- make sure everything got done before The Monkey had his/her arrival. She even threw me (and The Monkey) a sweet brunch at Selmarie in Lincoln Square and hosted a few wonderful friends! Some highlights:
-My salmon scramble.
-The party favor coffee mugs- which I have yet to stop using for every single beverage.
-The enclosed biscottis…brand name THINaddictives. Wundy product. RIDICULOUSLY wundy name.
-Watching the blue-haired flash mob Zumba in the square. “Watching” it.
-Vintage shopping with Kate and convincing her of the necessity of items.
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| I NEED this. |
She was also a massive help getting stuff sorted for the upcoming neighborhood yard sale- for which I have an embarrassing amount of stuff to contribute- and clearing out the rec room downstairs. Which has been a major wish list project for me. For I am a-nestin’. And by “rec room” I mean “musty old apartment second kitchen which has not been not been a functional KITCHEN for years but is in fact a fully operational storage unit.” (For the kids playing along at home, do not attempt to turn a multi-unit into a single family home. It is NOT whimsical. It is not.)
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| Home sweet home. Also, I am a boat. |
She and Peej were a two-person demolition crew for the mammoth Formica island and skinny shelving unit…which- inexplicably- was cemented to the floor. That’s right, someone had filled the base of the shelf with cement. And cemented it atop the ceramic tile. And for good measure, they drilled into the tile floor to hold it in place. The countertop, however, was just gently laying on top of the base. No screws, no glues, just hanging out. And when they ripped out the base and- miraculously- chipped away the cement without hurting the tile, what was left was…water damage from the recent monsoon. Underneath the window. Also, a large hole left by gaping baseboards/wavy drywall. (And we all know how I feel about rodent entry points. Psychotically against.) So, uh, the yard sale stuff is all sorted and most of the rec room is neatly organized.
And I’m waiting on a few calls from contractors. (And I’m taking referrals, Chicago peeps.)
But still, it was fabulous to have a sibling in town for the past 48 hours.
Even though I think my fam’s gonna stop returning my calls soon.
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