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Black Belt times Half

Believe me, Bloggies (like a Groupie, only for blogs--don't you feel special?!), when I tell you that I have done more up and down painting fence action than Mr. Miyagi ever required of Daniel in the Karate Kid. I totally deserve a black belt from him. Or at least one of those cool headbands with the sunrise painted on it. My OCD keeps kicking in and I run back down to the cleaned paint bucket and brushes to touch up spots and put more coats over layers of paint that are already adequate. I'm driving myself nuts and proving to myself why I do not undertake such tasks more often. I'm enough to drive Monk crazy. But I have gotten a lot done and that's a good thing.

It's also a good thing that the kickboxing posse is meeting for dinner tonight. That'll be just in time for our classes to resume on Monday so I can kick some of that butt I've accumulated over the summer. Other than that, I the Short People will be enjoying a late morning tomorrow. That alarm has been killing me this week. We'll be picking up Muh Main Man from France tomorrow night (ok, not actually from France) and then I'm sure we'll all be back to our normal and scheduled sane selves. Ummm hmmm.
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Rochelle said…
I gotta hand it to ya for even trying to paint the front door & fence & so on. I'm sure it looks great & Muh Main Man will be duly impressed.
9/07/2007 6:09 PM
Alex @ I'm the Mom said…
How exciting! I hope all goes well when you pick your Main Man up from France (ok, not actually from France) lol.

May I ask how well Kickboxing goes? I've been thinking about doing something along these lines.
9/07/2007 9:06 PM
Unknown said…
By the sounds of things, I'm sure you would be the "The Woman" commanding Mr. Miyagi around. Two thumbs up over her and enjoy! Happy to hear Your Main Man will be home soon.
9/08/2007 10:14 AM
jenny said…
I laughed out loud on this one. I loved that movie SO, SO, much, can't even begin to know how many times I watched it. Wish I could give you a black belt for your effort but hopefully the satisfaction of a job well done (or a husband duly impressed) will suffice.
9/09/2007 4:25 PM
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