Dear God,
My home renovation project has been going on forever. Assembling all my IKEA furniture has been sort of like trying to save that house in The Money Pit. So far, I have spent an obscene amount of money on wood stain, various power tools and a cell phone tab calling everyone I know to try to get some advice on how to get this done faster.
My back feels like Quasimodo’s, knotted and in need of being pounded back to its tender form with a hammer. The weekend away at the beach didn’t even help! All I kept dreaming about was odd shaped drill holes in my shelving unit apparently made by monkeys at the IKEA factory.
Can you please send me some magic Home-Renov Fairies to help me convert my studio into a Parisian Boudoir more quickly?
Thanks, and Peace- Up to J.C.-
Heart,
Milda.

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