Thanksgiving Recap

 

I know, I probably should have reported in right away on Friday.  But, in my defense, I could barely move.

 

Off the couch.

 

My husband kept bringing me snacks and pressing Play.  And doing that thing where he makes himself a perfect pillow while petting my hair.

 

I cannot be expected to write under those conditions!

 

3 signs you ate too much (by chibird)

 

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He Knows… Coffins

 

Summer, we are told, is DIY season.  So is fall, apparently?  They air the same commercial for every season, but the gist of it is that you should always be doing something to work on your home.  I’m mostly down with that, since we’ve got so very much to fix in this house – I’ve shown you the wallpaper, but I’m ashamed to show you the full range of carpets; that should tell you something about the level of ugly.  We’ve also got the usual furniture buying to do, which is complicated by the fact that I hate almost everything I’ve ever found, regardless of price point.  The world is full of things that are not what I want, and tables that are made for short people. 

 

In other words, we still don’t have a dining set, and are eating in the breakfast room.

 

Harrison Ford

Speaking of, does anyone happen to know Harrison Ford?*

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I Know Color

 

When we bought this house, like most first-time homeowners, we saw nothing but potential.  We saw the tall original windows, the large rooms and convenient (for us, for others it’s a weird maze with too many doors) layout, and our brains automatically overwrote all the ugly because we were certain that it would all be “easy enough to fix.”

 

Heh.  Tiles are not a small issue.  Also, in case it ever comes up in your life: a pink bathtub is not a small issue.  Nor is the pink sink and the pink toilet that go with it.  I am not even kidding about these things.  And then they leaked.

money pit tub falling

Shown: a disaster with more square footage.

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Our Flag

 

When we bought this house, there were many things we knew would need to go: the variety of hideous wallpaper (a different color and pattern in every room!), the disgusting carpet (seriously, who carpets a bathroom?), and the (I swear to you I am not making this up) towel racks in every single room except the bathrooms all vied for my immediate attention.  But, as it turns out, the house itself didn’t get all that much cheaper just because it was infested with gross carpet and wallpaper and old orange pool tables and furniture so ugly we couldn’t give it away and all of these things cost money to get rid of.

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