We Are So Laz...

Honestly, it takes a mountain to move us.  We have lived in this house since November of 1994.  Two hundred and sixteen months later, I am still fighting with closet doors that have fallen off their tracks, a broken toilet tank lid, popcorn ceilings in the living room, an upper oven that doesn't work, a wall plug in the hall bathroom that burnt out, a crack in the shower tile, and a very ugly "built-in" vanity area in the master bedroom complete with a hideous chandelier with fake crystals and the obligatory 1970s brass swag chain.  It hangs from the center of the area, surrounded by three mirrors so I always get to see it at least four times at once.  From certain angles, when the mirrors reflect off each other, I can see it infinity times!  And when we bought the house, I pointed to it and said to Bob: "that is the first thing to go."

4,380 days later...

105,120 hours later...

6,307,200 minutes later...

In the end, it all boils down to priority.  I dream of the Pottery Barn Catalog home.  Or the Restoration Hardware home.  Or any number of perfect homes.  It seems to me that in the course of 378,435,600 seconds, we have had the time and/or resources to get to a few of these things.  I'll even bet that I have spent an accumulative total of 6 months out of the 216 we've lived here talking about getting to these things.

It's just that we're lazy busy.

Ah the plans I have...

That is not to say that we don't do anything.   For instance, I single handedly installed Grace's custom closet - without power tools.  Perhaps that is why I am not in the mood to take on another project for another 43 years.  Of course, I'll be dead by then.

It would be nice though, to get rid of that "Carol Brady" chandelier.  6,307, 201 minutes later.