puff and stuff

I like to get in about one episode of Criminal Minds per day. I have them PVR’ed and it’s my dinner time ritual. Half of the reason I’m obsessed with the “BAU” is because I have a thing for serial killers and serial killer tv drama’s and the other half is I’m just smitten with one of the characters – the nerdy one, that has like 7 PhD’s and is super cute. He’s just so dreamy in a really bookish but hot kind of way…. I could really use a super cute FBI agent right about now (ie: almost one full year since I’ve had a crush, let a lone a date… or a fingering.

Anyway, I have just been loving this whole home renno thing. I’ve been doing shit I never thought I had the stamina, know how or guts to do – Like spunging off mold from the ceiling. I’ve been putting in 12 hours days of hard labour and I’m just so dedicated it’s really great to see in myself. I honestly used to think that I really did need a guy for certain things. Like I can support myself financially, run a company and travel the world on my own – but putting up shelving or cementing the front walk or lifting a fridge down the stairs I really felt I needed a man for that kind of stuff. Well my friends, turns out I don’t. I can do it myself – or pay the 1-800-Got-Junk Guys $20 bucks to help me out!

Anyway, every muscle in my body hates me right now and so it’s tub time with a little Mad Men cued up on the laptop.

night nights.