Home is where the beach is

Ok, ok. I know I've been MIA. But I have a very, very good reason.
I've been busy changing this:



into something that's actually livable.

So here's my first place:

It's really starting to feel like home now. It's not done yet, but anyone who knows me knows that I'll have it almost how I want it when I'm getting ready to move out.

I'm looking forward to my kitchen table arriving, though. Working from a couch is starting to get a little too comfortable.

Things I've Gotten Yelled at For ..

In the past two hours, I've gotten yelled at for the following by Mom for:

• Wanting to do something other than sit home with her on Thanksgiving
• Asking for a ride to the airport Friday after work ("But I would have to leave early." No, Mom, not if you actually went in on time and left on time for a change)
  
• Painting my toe nails
• Marlie peeing on the couch (Clearly I made her to do)
• Not helping with ... (It was muttered)
• Not having enough room in her closet
• The hangers taking up too much room
• Not helping with ...(Again, muted, followed by profanity)
  
• Not having enough time to do her paperwork
  
• Marlie pooping on the floor (Again, I asked her to)

And in about an hour, I'm going to get yelled at for wanting to go to bed at a decent hour because some of us have to leave early in the morning for work.

And she wonders why I'm anxious to move out.