Sometimes you just have to lie.

So I'm kind of loving this Vine App thing. But that's beside the point.

**Update: Within an hour of posting, I found out Instagram came out with their video feature....soooo....

Point is.

I'm sitting here, in my NEW bed that was built with my OWN hands, feeling tired and happy.

My fingers are still cramped, swollen, and sore from spending THREE HOURS trying to decipher Ikea's picture instructions.

Did you know that about Ikea? 

They do not use a single word in their instruction manual (that just so happens to look like a small Bible). 

Instead, they have 27 different pictures of what screw goes in to what hole and what board sits on what thingamajig.

But guess what? I did it. Oh yes I did.

You can just call me Lumberjack Michelle, if you'd like.

Want to know what else I did yesterday?

I lied.

I flat. out. lied.

But here's the thing, I must preface this by saying that I really try my best to be honest and upfront with people (especially with those close to me). And I do believe that if we can just be honest with each other and ourselves, things usually work out for the better.

Except yesterday. Yesterday, a lie was necessary.

Allow me to explain.

When The Dizzle and I first got to our new place, we did a quick walk-thru and checking of things. When we got to the stove, we couldn't turn it on. The gas wasn't coming out and we couldn't figure out how to make it work.

So we called PG&E and explained the situation, thinking it'd be no big deal and they'd send someone out that day to fix it.

Wrong.

The lady on the phone said they couldn't send someone until TUESDAY.

TUESDAY?!

We don't even have a microwave, woman. What the heck are we supposed to eat? I had a fridge full of food that required heat!

So I said, "Is it possible to get someone today?"

She said, "No, ma'am."

So then I said, "What if this was an emergency? Wouldn't you send someone immediately?"

Then she said, "Well, is it an emergency?"

"No. But couldn't I just call back and say that?"

"We don't advise that, ma'am."

"Oh, okay. Well, then Tuesday it is. Thank you."

Click.

I don't know what came over me just then, but the evil little angel on my left shoulder must have whispered in my ear to call them back and lie. Because that's exactly what happened.

We told them we thought we could smell gas in our apartment!

And you know what they did? Better believe they sent someone out!

Want to know what the PG&E guy said the minute he came in and inspected the stove?

"You didn't smell any gas. Your gas is OFF."

That's when my floundering ensued. "Uhhh... well....I thought I did? And well, we opened the windows? And I think it aired it out? And I just get paranoid sometimes? So sorry....?"

So yeah, pretty sure he either thought we were complete idiots who didn't know how to determine the smell of gas, OR that we were complete liars. (I'm thinking the second.)

Annnyyywaaayyyy - - - I lied, okay?!
But it worked.
And the stove turned on.
And I made spaghetti.
And it was glorious.

I'm not extremely proud of my lying, but in my defense, the guy said he had nothing better to do that day so he didn't mind coming out!

Moral of my story? There isn't one.
But sometimes, just sometimes, lying gets shit done.

Annnddd on that note, it's back to the grind for me. We, or should I say Verner, finished painting the kitchen last night after we quickly realized me + dark paint = no bueno (hence why I went to go build the bed).

Today, we are painting the bathroom! Which, again, probably means The Dizzle will be painting as I go and do something less damaging, like hang up our clothes or frolick around, listening to Daft Punk's "Get Lucky" 100 times, like I did yesterday.

Very exciting stuff, I know. ;)

xoxo