Hurricane Sandy put one and a half feet of water in our basement. Then she blew up our breaker box. Since I left my galoshes at home today, I didn’t trek over to look at it, but my husband claims that, basically, it turned to ash. There is no good reason why our house didn’t […]
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This evening, I’m weeding out recipes for this week’s meals and searching cabinetry options at the same time. I didn’t know before that there was such a distinct similarity between the two. So we’re playing a game. I read a title and he gets to guess whether it’s a food item or a cabinet style. Wheat, macaroon, sangria. […]
I got out of tonight’s demolition because I have a migraine. It’s dwindling, but I’m in no condition to swing a sledgehammer. I’m bummed. The dog and I are having a girls’ night . . . sort of. I’m burying my face in the couch and cursing the light while she repeatedly flings her rubber chicken at me. We’re […]
We bought a falling apart house. I owe you an explanation — but suffice it to say — Today we found dead birds – four – behind an attic bedroom wall. We discovered double drop ceilings and double paneled walls. In trying to wiggle an outlet free of said paneling I nearly set the house […]
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