Like a surgeon in an old movie who sighs, pulls of his surgical gown and walks away, I have decided there is nothing I can do to help the deteriorating sink situation (Martha found the perfect item on Lowe's website...of course, not a stock item. Afraid to ask the wait on a special order. Von Huben Place ain't a McMansion; we don't have eight other bathrooms) So I will take off for a brief shopping trip to the Salvation Army with Bridget. That will clear my head.
Can't be anymore unsettling than our trip to Old Navy last week.
|Bored employees just wanna have fun! I can relate.|