a nancy kerrigan morning

a quote...."WHYYYY??" So my left brain husband is trying to be nice, and helpful. this is a recipe for disaster. i am re-doing my studio space. i had found The Perfect Shelving. I just want my shelving. as it turns out, his friend sells the industrial version of these shelves. so armed with an entire pad of graph paper, a calculator, many #2 pencils, and a kick-butt measuring tape, my dearest is turning this into a Project. he has measured everything except diva dog, and i swear she'd be catalogued if he could get her to stay still long enough. i am trying to be patient. he is trying to do a nice thing. BUT he, being left-brained, cannot visualize what it will look like. so until that #2 pencil makes magic on his little blue and white squares, No Progress will be achieved. Plus, since it is Me Me Me that will be actually using the space, i know what i need in regard to work flow and storage. however, he is trying to make it all nice like a garage storage thing. N-O. so i ignore him as he calculates and figure-ates and know that should the shelving ever arrive, i will do it my own way when he goes out of town. which is questionable ...at this rate, there will never be an arrival of shelving. now there's the annoying part. this EXACT same shelving is on sale at Sam's Club down the street about 15 minutes from my door. Exact Same. and reasonably priced. very beautiful. could just pop down there and get going. and i don't want this Reorganization to become a life's work. oh no...now he's talking about L-shaped shelving. i really need an award for not spewing fire right now. i am smiling and thanking him for his help, but being firm about What I Want. THIS is why i do not ever want to be in a management position again. i would end up with an employee that i'd just want to bitch slap and say, "CAN YOU JUST DO WHAT I SAY???" it's not that i think my way is the only way ALL the time. or have a need to have it MY WAY all the time. but in matters of my studio...just do it. listen to Mother Nike. Just freaking do it. now i'm off to have a stroke. will post later. L. ***so diva is over her moping... somewhat. she loved her kitties. she misses her kitties. last night she decided she IS a kitty. she found the twine that the kitties were playing with and she herself began to roll on her back, clutching the little string and playing like a cat. when that wore off, she whined to go upstairs and demanded to be let into her kennel/palace. demanded. she definately needs a friend who speaks her language. or at least has as many feet to keep track of. so in march, when the doc clears her for take-off, we'll look for a kitty. ***listen i just have to go....he's talking about casters on the shelving now and this has got to be stopped. L.