I read Clinton Kelly's book Freakin' Fabulous today and I think it was around the time where he wrote about spending 40 grand on a master's degree in journalism and his pet peeve being people saying "try and" instead of "try to" that I decided I definitely want to be in a sexless marriage with him. We clearly are soul mates.
I had a rather unfabulous day otherwise. I pulled tack strips up off the floor without damaging it or my eyes. I discovered that you should perhaps check the box of flooring before the gentleman shows up to install it to make sure that it's NOT THE WRONG COLOR.
And then I decided that being able to play with nails without blindness and deciding that "%&*^ it, the flooring and the guy to install it are RIGHT HERE, this is a lovely color yes, I totally think it looks good with the counter. Excuse me while I go dry heave in the corner," is, in and of itself, kind of fabulous.
(Yes. There are pictures. They'll be on Facebook...sometime. Later. Fabulous needs to go to bed.)