Flitting Here and There and Everywhere

I am often distracted and impossibly impulsive. I often go off on tangents then when they run their course I never think of them again, or only sometimes like when you see a movie and you’ve SEEN that actor before but you can’t quite put your finger on it? I digress…
Currently I seem to be nesting. Now that the boyfriend has “officially” moved in I want the house clean. I want it organized. On top of that, I want it pretty and feminine and frilly too. (Lord help my poor boyfriend through this.)
My bank account is already cowering in the corner saying things like, “are you sure this a good idea,” and “what would your mother think of your outrageous spending?”
However, I like to flit around from here to there like a Disney character going about her day in a happy sing-song type of mood thinking everything will be fine. Everything will work out. You know, like when they show Snow White happily cleaning up after a bunch of short, smelly, hairy men she doesn’t even know? Yeah, thats me right now. No task is too large and no space too small.
Hopefully this current tangent will fade, my bank account will sustain minimal losses and my boyfriend won’t be afraid of me when I say, “Look what I got today!” (He actually does look at me like I’ve lost my ever lovin’ mind when I say this…) So here’s to spending the rest of the day looking on craigslist and amazon.com for decor that is both unique and utterly feminine. Cheers!