It’s not required, by why else would you be here on a Friday ?
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My knee is throbbing with pain, Lord Dudley Mountcatten just raced off the linoleum to vomit on the carpet and I tried to have a bowl of cereal this morning but the milk had turned.
I walked into the living room after showering the other day and found the husband had removed our old wall sconces beside the mantle.
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Granted, I’d hated them since we moved in and always sputtered about replacing them but out of nowhere… bam!
The husband was bored, decided to get rid of them and now I have no choice.
Of course he thought we could just go to a store that afternoon and buy new ones. Not realizing that the three largest lighting stores and distributors in our area all closed after Covid.
Finding new fixtures is not as easy as it seems. We visited Lowe’s and Home Depot and were very disappointed. We stopped into a few small boutique accessory stores but the selections were extremely limited. Which means hours of online shopping and not being able to judge quality in person.
After perusing a few sites? I fear purchasing sconces is going to be reminiscent of our furniture shopping debacle.
Not only was I unaware of the slang… I was unaware there’s a Generation Z.
Yay me.
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What the utter hell is that…
And why would you want one?
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A friend recommended this book to me last year but knowing it would trigger some painful memories, I put off reading it until now. Written by a hospice nurse about her strange experiences with death, it put me right back in the room when my mother passed. Some things can’t be explained… but they do happen, I witnessed that first hand. And after reading this book I realized what I thought was astounding is pretty commonplace. Which blew my mind all over again.
River's world..... 