God is Old School

Actual chat/conversation between Jeni and I:

AMANDA, EAT ME!!

Me: God help me… these Peanut Butter M&Ms are calling my name

Jeni: IF YOU EAT M&M's I'm gonna get a twix…So DON'T DO IT!

Me: *hangs head* too late.

Jeni: YES!... I mean… WHY GOD!... WHY DO I HAVE TO ENDURE THE SWEET CHOCOLATE AND CARAMEL GOODNESS?!!! WHY HAST THOU FORSAKEN ME!???

Me: Because he loves our thighs.

Jeni: hell YEAH! God is old school!  “I like BIG BUTTS and cannot lie.”

While I am sure that conversation is blasphemous in some twisted way… I had to laugh. “God is Old School.”  So much for Transcontinental Accountability Partners… cause we totally just partnered ourselves into cheating on our diets.

DINING ROOM: BEFORE

Meanwhile, HimSelph is working hard on doing a little refreshing on a house we are moving into soon… and I have to brag. He is an awesome painter. (Wonder if I can get him to paint the other rooms in the house??) The dining room of the house we are moving into had some pepto-pink-on-pink-with-flowers wallpaper, which I promptly begged the Landlord to let us take down and paint. After a slight hesitation, he consented and now, the dining and kitchen areas are a nice muted yellow. J (Pardon the blurry pictures. And I will post a final picture once I get one taken.) Next up, removing some vomit-inducing-pink-bathroom-countertops…

DINING ROOM: DURING

In all this house stuff, I realize that I am so addicted to decorating. I might even be addicted to change… is that possible? I am working on some custom art for the Master Bedroom and might even be able to wheedle a paint job out of HimSelph… what do you think?