I do not like you very much right now. I know, it isn't fair to make that assumption as I do not know you from Adam, but you woke me from my afternoon slumber and that really ticked me off. I heard you pounding on my door and ringing my bell nonstop, but when I peaked out the window and saw it was you I refused to answer. That is my right. Again, nothing personal, I just didn't want to talk to you. Why? Firstly, because you very rudely roused me from my delicious snooze and secondly, because I did not want to waste five minutes of my time explaining to you why I do not want your services. One word: RECESSION. Mr. Solicitor, no offense, but I don't want to see you anymore. Call it what you will just don't call on me. Because of you I've had to take matters into my own hands. Do not feel bad when you come back to my house and read the sign I have pasted on my door that reads..."NO SOLICITORS...AT ALL...EVER". You asked for it. You should know better than to mess with a sleep deprived woman.
Howdy peeps. My name is Erika and this is my blog. I am a wife and mommy to five freakishly active kids. I love to write, sew, eat cupcakes and watch design shows. This is my blog for documenting all of my crazy projects and decorating ideas. Repurposing and refinishing thrift store finds and decorating my home as cheaply and chicly as possible is my goal. So, there it is. Hope you enjoy.