hmmmm.... so last week i sent an email to a casting director who's friends with one of my bosses...
they're looking for rooms to redecorate... this is the email i sent on friday:
let's see... why should you come to my home to redecorate?well, i moved back into my mother's condo after she fell ill last year -- yes, condo, multiple units that have the same god-awful layout (actually, it's not that godawful, but i LIVE WITH MY MOTHER... i am 34 years old... i need space...)
see, i moved back home last year - after living on my own in jersey city - my room is a disorganized shambles and needs help. i need something that doesn't make me feel like i am 14 years old...
*sigh*
anyway...
i just got a voicemail from the casting director and she wants to speak to me and get the dimensions for my bedroom...
(by the way - i told lynda that i was gonna try and save some cash instead of moving in with her)
so... i told gigglemom about the casting thang and her response was not overly thrilled... but i really don't give a shite...
bring on the redecorating team... they'd better bring some shovels because my room is a pit (as most of you know.)
okay--- finishing up my kickass salad now (chicken, cucumbers, sunflower seeds, almonds, light balsamic vinagrette and feta cheese.) with a large chocolate almond flavoured coffee....
the thing about the design show... they'd have to also do an identical room in one of my neighbours' condos...
