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Why Is It?

Why is it that when overnight guests are coming, I'm compelled to buy 2 new shower curtains AND liners, 2 new bathroom rugs, new tablecloth, a new set of sheets.....must I go on? This doesn't even take in to account the freshly painted walls and the 3 poster-sized prints I ordered of three photos I took AND the frames they need to go with them (although I must say the pictures are quite attractive). And we can't forget the numerous curtains and rods I've already put up as well as the picture frames that no longer match my new paint and are sitting in the basement waiting for the coats of spray paint to dry.

Maybe it's just that I'm not a detail girl and I don't notice that things need freshened up before they begin to look shabby - Nah, that's not it. I'm obsessed with the most minute details.

Maybe it's that I'm frugal and I'll do without so that I can save a few bucks? I wish I could say that was the truth.

I'm forced to admit that I'm sure it's because I'm a hopeless procrastinator. I notice something that needs to be done, but I wait until it's absolutely driving me crazy OR until somebody is coming that will actually witness that I've put the task off far too long.

The bonus is that once they're gone, I'll have that many fewer things on my TO DO or TO GET list. The drawback is that I've about driven myself crazy running around like a madwoman doing errands and taking care of things that I really should have done a long time ago.

And now, I'm going to crash....

Comments

Mary Ellen said…
Who are your guests!?!?!
Anonymous said…
I had to chuckle at this as I would be doing the same thing.

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