My current work in progress - other than unpacking - is redoing the Goober's bed room. She's at the beach for a week with her grandparents, and I hope that's enough time to put on a new coat of paint, haul out some ugly furniture, and put in some cute stuff.
The previous owners left a really ugly, hunormous, pre-fab fake mahogany desk. It was in the Goober's future room, and too big to get out through the door. When it was put together, they used glue or something, because we couldn't get it apart. After puzzling over it for a few days, the husbeast got fed up, pulled out the saws-all, and, well.
Took a while to clean up the sawdust, but it's gone now. The trash men hauled it off this morning.
Now? It's purple paint and painkillers for me.
I'd rather be knitting. I keep reminding myself that the Goobie will squee with delight when she gets home and sees this. I'd mentioned, nearly a year ago, that when we got our new house, we'd paint the walls. Within a week of moving in, the Goob wanted to know when we were painting. I put her off with some lame excuse and she pouted, thinking that meant no. Hah. She's in for a surprise. Assuming I get this done by Friday night.