I'm covered in paint... it isn't pretty. We finished painting the bedroom last weekend, but we still had the vanity area and the bathroom to do this weekend. Well, we started it and I'm making a fucking mess. Craig has done a great job with the vanity so I thought it made perfect sense to start in the bathroom. I think there's more paint on me than on the walls.
Only four more days til school starts. I'm SO ready. Ryan has two scrimmage games for volleyball in the morning and then the parents meeting is after that. I hate those damn meetings. They're just fucking pointless if you ask me. Craig's playing in a golf tournament so I'm taking the girl's shopping after the scrimmage.
Austin turns 19 tomorrow. I can't believe it. 19. It seems like it was just a few days ago he was learning to walk. He wants a tatoo over his heart that says, "Momma's Boy" for his present. I guess if he's got to have a tattoo that's not so bad. Ryan wants one, too but I love the idea for hers because it suits her perfectly. She's a Disney freak. I mean she knows EVERYTHING Disney and I'm not shitting you. Anyway, she wants Tinkerbell on the small of her back, but she wants her to be spinning a basketball on her finger. I think it's a really cute idea. Everyone we know seems to have tattoos so she'll end up getting sooner or later.
Anyway, Austin is bringing his new girlfriend over for dinner for his birthday. He broke up with his girlfriend of 3 years because she started doing drugs. Serious drugs. Coke. He just said he can't handle that and told her not to even call him anymore but it still hurts him. I know he misses her, but I guess he's learning that life doesn't always go the way you want it.
Like right now. I have to go back and finish painting. Great.