I somehow rope myself in to doing projects I had no intention of doing anytime soon.
Take the downstairs bathroom. I decided during a trip to Lowes, that I would simply remove the old, crappy linoleum and replace it with newer, self-stick tiles. Right.
That has quickly snowballed in to "Hey, as long as I'm replacing the flooring, I might as well get rid of this old, leaky faucet and replace it."
Which led to "Hey, as long as I'm replacing the faucet, I might as well replace the whole f**king sink too!"
At the rate I am going, I'm almost afraid that I might get the urge to burn the whole damn place down and start from scratch...