Bacon, Mountain Dew and Sext

We're getting really close to moving in to our new house that we've have worked so very hard on for the last two and a half years. Yeah, you read correctly, TWO AND A HALF YEARS!

This is what it looked like when we started:

When I blog about the reveal  (which I hope will be next week) I'll be sure to include lots of befores.

We did not finance, and we did all the work ourselves - that's why it took two and a half years. I'm dead ass serious that blood, sweat and tears went into this home.

We sacrificed vacations and date nights. I did the couponing thing and shopped at thrift stores.

But we're done, and I can't even say I'm excited. I'm relieved, but now it's time for the little stuff. Throw pillows, curtains, picture frames etc. You'd think it would be fun right? Well, not if you're bat shit crazy like I am and you want everything to match but not match and flow throughout the house but not wanna overdo any one color. Fuck me.

I did find something on pinterest that is oh so cute. These pillows:



Aren't they the cutest???

You can find the tutorial here.

Of course Pinterest is about inspiration to do your own thing, right? I've decided that instead of making these pillows, I want to frame the actual love letter using her steps to enlarge and obscure the scentences for a little mystery.

Here's the problem... I decided I wanted to make these today. So far so good right? Wrong! I'm in the most opposite mood of mushy, gushy, lame there is. I can't write a love letter just be writing it. It has to come from my heart and today my heart is like "I want bacon and mountain dew and to be left the fuck alone!"

My solution? Compose a love letter out of the sweet text messages between me and db. Problem solved, right? Wrong again! I had no problem scrolling through messages and finding the sweet ones I locked FROM him before deleting the rest. The sweet ones TO him? nonfuckingexistent. Fuck me again.

It was then that I had one more small but brilliant idea. Surely he's kept some of the oh-so-sweet text I've sent him. I called him and told him what I was trying to do and asked him to look for such messages, hoping that when the next time I talk to him, he'll tell me he's found them, hallelujah, thank ya Jesus.

So when I called back to inquire about these damn elusive texts, I shit you not, these were his exact words "I've been through 953 messages from you and they're all SEX!"




I don't guess it's meant for me to have those adorable framed love letters, at least not today anyway.