Normally, on an average day of evening blog reading, my Google™ Reader “inbox” will have around 30 updated posts.

Last night when I went to sleep, my Google™ Reader looked like this:

Eighty—bad, right?

Tonight, as I lay my aching head on the pillow of my sister’s guest room bed, my Google™ Reader looks like this:

More than double my load of last night.  Oi.

I don’t know; I guess I just assumed that if I stopped internetting, the whole world would shut down right along with me.  I’m so vain.

The good news is, while my e-life crumbles around me, my real life is at least coming together.

It may not look like it from this picture, but trust me: progress has been made.

Like how this $5.00 Goodwill™ chair finally changed from this…

…to this…

…and finally, this:

Or how the chair, donated so generously by my cousin Kyrie {who knows a noble cause when she sees one}, went from this…

…to this:

I sort of think my heart just leaped for the first time in its beating life. Before-and-after photos have that effect on me.

That’s progress. Multiply that times seven, each chair more intricate than the last, and you get a real wench of a paint job.  But the hard part is done, and tomorrow is going to be more fun—we get to hang pictures, finally.  Maybe we’ll even get around to hanging some plates, if we can channel Eddie Ross just right.  C’mon, Eddie—send us your chi! Send us your karma!  Send us some designer vibe!

I almost ended this post just like that, but then I thought, “No, I’ll throw ’em a bone.  I’ll give ’em something to really look forward to.  I’ll give ’em a solid sneak peek.”

But then I changed my mind.  Suckahs!

Just kidding.  I would never do that to you.

[Here’s me throwing you a bone.]  See that door, that red door?  And that bracket, the red, swirly bracket?  Together, those elements will make one of the most amazing shelves you will ever behold (or at least I have ever beheld—it might not be your style, but as for me, I sort of want to make out with it because I’m a floozy and tend to get turned on by anything with swirly brackets).  Just you wait, Henry Higgins.

Just…you…wait.

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