Perhaps I'll Wallpaper the Birdbath!

SO not long ago I posted a blog about the bird wall in my downstairs bath... I've decided to call the downstairs bath "The Birdbath."

(The guest bedroom is called "Mimi's Room" because my mom and dad are the only ones that sleep there when they occasionally visit so it has a name... it's only right to name the downstairs bath!)

I do love it and I have sense added a shelf that has some great nests sitting on it.. However, my camera is STILL broken so I can't show it to you. How much do I hate that?? I am STILL bitter!

So here's a fun wall paper I was considering...
OR we could try this one:

I sort of like the blue one because my kitchen is blue and it would bring some of that color into another part of my house.

I also think the design is fabulous and sort of formal without being stuffy. Hate the stuffiness. And my husband refuses to live in a museum.


Which reminds me of the time that my mom redecorated in their old house and she bought this tall slim table and she got a bust of a man's head to put on it. I thought my husband was going to choke to death. He thought he was in a museum and he said so each time we visited. THAT was interesting.


Ok, stop getting me off track.


So anyway, I think that the blue bath would also bring some life into the Birdbath since it is just a golden yellow right now.


In other news... through a series of events I found an old friend today! It was really amazing how it all worked and she posted a blog about it here. She even posted a photo of our old youth group and it is quite a sight to see!


She even lives in my town! For Pete's sake... she lives in MY PART of my town! We have never crossed paths or anything and I am just totally amazed that we figured out that we were posting comments on each other's blogs and hellooooooooooo... I think I know you!


So that was just amazing!



THEN... I have not posted about this because I was trying to get past the drama... we went to the dentist with the Caroline two days ago to have a teeny tiny cavity filled. Here's the play by play:

She stiffed armed us.
I made her lay down.
She cried.
She gagged.
She pulled at the dentist's hands.
She gagged more.
She threw up.
I cried.
We cleaned her up.
We went to the dentist's office.
We decided that we will have to go to the stinkin' hospital to get two little cavities filled so that the decay does not spread to her permanent teeth.
I called my husband.
I cried more.
The end.