Tuesday after a long weekend

Nuff Said.

Evolution of a teenage room

Guys, I know why grandpa NEVER let us help paint. But, I dare say, I may have outwitted him and his great granddaughter Hellcat. 

Awww, look at that helper.  She's even got her own, little, 3 inch roller.  Oh wait; what is that? You DON'T WANT TO HELP ANYMORE? BUT IT'S ONLY BEEN 10 MINUTES.  Oh well.  :)

The mini roller trick didn't work on Summer; she insisted on helping.  ugh.  Just kidding!  Actually, she accomplished the most; she painted her entire ceiling and probably 2/3rds of her room too.  Who knew she CAN get shit done; when said shit benefits her?  Whatever, I was tired of Montgomery's moping around, so the quicker the better.

TA-DA!!! We are back in business!  Her "magnetic" walls are at the entrance; you can see the stuff hanging on the wall there.  Feel free to send many magnets from fun places or with filthy saying on them.  She enjoys those the most.  Like for Valentines Day, when she and Montgomery got their initials to hang on their bedroom wall.  "M" for Montgomery and "S" for Summer: or "S & M" I thought it was hilarious; but I was laughing alone.  I took a break and explained to Summer what it meant. 

ANOTHER TA-DA!!!! I'm the slickest, smartest, most cleaver person in the world.  Suck it, Pinterest. These are 'randomly' placed cedar crates.  Anyone who knows me understands the quotes.  NOTHING can be random in my life. So these sweet crates not only give her about a mile of shelf space, but they are acting as a wonderful fumigation system as well. 

14 year old disgusting girl + 10 year old disgusting dog = horrific living conditions

She has her desk under the window and her laptop is on nonstop.  This should last us the LESS THAN 4 YEARS we have left with her in the house. :)  But who's counting?

There is no 'right' side of the bed for Eleanor

Eleanor does not like getting woke up; by anyone.  It doesn't matter if it's by me, her papa,, shister, the cat, the dog; we've tried it all.  She's just not a morning person.

Jason drew the short stick and went to get Hellcat up.  She had her feet out of her footie pajamas, so papa asked her "why are your feet out? did you get hot?"

"NO" (with her face buried in her pillow because he had the audacity to turn the light on)
"What happened?"
"My feet hurt. They hurt in all my footies.  All my footies suck."

So I guess her younger cousins can look forward to some footie jammas.