It’s like a cruel cosmic joke that my creative juices start bubblin’ n brewin’ just when I can’t stir the pot. I have a plethora of ideas I’d like to blog about, my fingers are twitching to mangle some clay and all the half painted things have finally given up the secrets on what they need to be finished. Alas, we’re having hardwood floors installed so I’ve been moving furniture, pulling up carpet and now I’m executing operation “Keep Kids Away From Men With Nail Guns” while still doing fondant, laundry and the occasional dish. There is light at the end of the tunnel however, since my husband informed me he’ll be out of town soon. Yippeee! I love the guy but I’m ridiculously excited about some time alone, letting the dishes pile up and munching on pretzel sticks until the wee hours without Jimeny Cricket tisk tisking me. As Jack Nicholson said in As Good As It Gets, “you make me want to be a better man” but sometimes I like to slip into lazy self-indulgent marathon sessions of Pinterest, paint and junk food. Off to finish demolishing the playroom and day-dream about Cheetos, The Office on DVD and e-bay bidding wars at 2 AM.