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I don't know what it is about having people come that makes you tackle projects you wouldn't normally take on. My niece is getting married in May, so two of my siblings and my parents will be coming to stay with us (some for just one night) that week. So there's a few projects that have been roaming in the back of my mind that are finally getting tackled. Both of them need doing, but since one was in an area of our house that we don't use too often it's not had top priority.

And that's probably one of the biggest differences between me and my husband. If there's something that needs to be done, he does it. Immediately. He may think it through first, but there will be absolutely no procrastination.

Me?  Hahaha. I'm almost the total opposite. I'll mull something over in my mind FOREVER before I move on it. And that movement may be actually beginning to research it or look at options, not necessarily start the project itself. If it weren't for deadlines, only half of the things I start would get finished I might not ever finish anything. I like to fool myself and say the problem isn't really all that bad, but then I think about my sewing room, and realize the problem is actually worse than I could ever imagine.

But somehow, things manage to get done. It might not be as quickly as some would like, or in the time frame I had envisioned, but it does happen. And in the end, that's all that matters. Mostly.

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