Heathen Alert, Heathen alert!

As my father will inevitably say we're being heathens today*. There's time to get ready and get to church but we're 'blowing it off' to work on the addition, instead. Nearly every bit of siding is up, now, except for one tiny spot where MrBug had to "pack out" a 71"x5" area with plywood at the porch roofline. By the time we had cut that out and got it up, Friday night, it was getting hard to see and the mosquitos were coming out in gangs to harass us (if you listen, very carefully, that bzzzing noise they make can be deciphered into cat-calls such as "Hey, mama, how about giving up some of that tasty blood? [insert kissy sounds,here]")

I'm grabbing this opportunity to humanize myself with a cup of coffee before pulling on my working duds so I thought I'd come here and say "hiya world!". It's easy to say "hiya world!" all chipper and motivated, here, because you can't see me. In reality, I'm barely conscious and would mumble at you through the fuzz growing on my teeth and hope my coffee/morning breath combination didn't knock you out.

Boots is sitting beside my computer chair staring at me. She hasn't, yet, perfected her art of mesmerization but I can hear her muttering "You want to pet me, you will pet me..." She was out all night catting about which always makes her hyper-needy for affection. When I first let her in she was literally screaming at me to pet her, which I did the whole time the coffee was brewing but does she appreciate that? No. She shed a kitten worth of fur, too, which I had to sweep up. Ungrateful cat. Did it ever occur to you that cats are like teenagers? Think about it - they want to do whatever they like, lie about being lazy, be petted and praised and caterwaul if they're not getting their way.

*My father calls on Sundays, when he's in Florida, specifically to ask if we attended mass. Whoever answers the phone is addressed with "Did you heathens go to church today?". I'm avoiding anything that rings, today! ;) Let Savagefuzzball answer it; she's still got the "Cute Value" to protect her whereas there's nothing cute about a sweaty 41-year-old woman in paint-spattered overalls with her hair scrubbed back in a pony-tail.

Why am I still here? - I have work to do.

Addition Update

After a bit of terse exchange with MrBug about layout of the fixtures, we've come to an agreement. It's amazing how, once walls are put up, a space becomes so much smaller. I want a big powder room with lots of "wasted" space and am driving MrBug crazy with trying to optimize space for the powder room while still installing a very necessary downstairs closet in that bit of space (we have no coat closet/storage-for-a-vacuum-closet so, when guests come over, it's trudge all the coats upstairs and throw them over the bed and the vacuum just sits out, in the L/R, all the time). It's my perogative, as a woman, to ignore the need for walls and doors, isn't it? ;)