post in which I admit to being incontinent

  I don't know why I do these things. I decided of my many to dos, I would tackle the downstairs bathroom. It is tucked away in the corner of the basement and mostly Parker uses it. Okay, well that's a half-truth. I often times am running in there after underestimating my bladder after having 4 children.

  Anyhoo, I have noticed I will do this in a house. When the projects start to stack, I will pick the worst one or the one with the least pay out straight away. This does a nice job of lowering my expectations for the whole house. Everything else is looking awesome after painting over generations of someone else's basement bathroom funk. ( ewww. ) 

  I started in by painting one wall like this:

You know, because nothing says boys basement bathroom like pink and purple. Also, it looked reminiscent of Ikat fabric to me. Great for my creativity freak out but it was soon coated with a nice ecru color. Not lacking any creative freakiness, though.

 Yep, that is me. Marcela had a picture from our bowling going away party made into a poster. It says, "Be yourself, everyone else is already taken." It hangs above the toilet :)

If you are facing the other wall, you'll see these chalkboard frames. My mission in my home is that every surface be chalkboard or corkboard or whiteboard, really, it's gotten obsessive. So that's it, the BBB now only contains our funk and I occasionally pee myself.