Today was a momentous one in American history. And probably a lot of important words were spoken by our new president. And I care, really I do, but I was swamped at work and I missed it all and by the time I got home tonight and turned on the TV it felt like everyone on the news had inauguration-coverage hangovers and couldn't even half-ass it. So, I started watching The Cosby Show. In tonight's episode, Cliff was hiding chocolate donuts from Clair. You think he'd know better than to eat that stuff, since he's a doctor. And now I want a donut.
But anyway. It's time for change we can believe in. And so I painted my cabinets.
I don't have a Before picture to show you. I should've thought to take one. Picture poorly constructed, yellowing varnished wood cabinets wearing the same filth that they've worn since the 70s. Picture the inside of a backwoods bunker inhabited by a pervert fleeing the law. Picture something like this:
Before you think I'm exaggerating, you should know that friends who have been to my home will agree that this picture isn't entirely off. If you don't believe me, then look at the after picture again, and notice the army-green torn piece of canvas serving as "curtains."
This is the first of many homemaking projects that I'll chalk up to pre-marital "nesting." Also, this is all part of my Be Better At Life Plan (also known as the Don't Suck At Life Plan) that I've kicked off for 2009. I will live in an apartment that looks lived-in by adults, I will not leave dishes in the sink for a week, I will remember to mail birthday cards, I will not drive around in a car full of balled-up taco bell wrappers.
Yes, times, they are a changin'.