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Anything but the scratchy!

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Prepping for our next renovation project… ceiling repair/paint and new flooring… meant emptying the room.

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After stripping it to bare bones, I realized Lord Dudley Mountcatten was not pleased.

Because along with everything else that had to be moved? His scratching post would have to be temporarily relocated as well.

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His Lordship is very attached to said post….

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And did not easily relinquish his grip.

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I think it lasted about 3 minutes.

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Get your mind out of the gutter, I’m talking about organization.

After four months, our bedroom is finally back together.

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Furniture is in place and windows are awaiting treatment.

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It’s amazing how much you miss nightstands until they’re gone.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was pleased his world was back in order…

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Too bad it only lasted a few minutes.

Because as soon as the bedroom was put back in order, the living room was emptied in preparation for the next project.

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So now the den is crammed full…

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The spare bedroom has chairs, tables and paintings.

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And the office floor has odds and ends.

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His Lordship is no longer pleased…

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But he’s doesn’t let it interrupt his nap either.

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Miscellaneous missives.

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Furniture shopping continues and my snarky friends are still being helpful. Their latest suggestion?

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Well, it is green.

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The dark eyed Junco is a small bird of the sparrow family that we never see until the snow flies. They’re always the first to appear after a storm and we’re not the only ones looking….

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten keeps a close eye as well.

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Well, that’s rude.

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Trim work has started on the bedroom windows which means the man cave has once again been taken over….

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And reeks of wood stain and polyurethane.

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It’s odd how sometimes you read a passage in a book and it just gets you. This choked me up the other day. I hope it’s true….

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Sign seen at a local restaurant.

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News you can’t use.

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Trust me, you really can’t.

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Please tell me there was a model involved. The thought of disembodied pubic hair strutting down the runway in stilettos is simply too much.

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Gas station heroin?

In my day that used to be Cheetos.

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It seems I owe Lord Dudley Mountcatten a thank you tuna.

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If it’s not safe for work it’s probably perfect for this post.

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Or not.

I admit I’m so out of touch I had to look up fleshlight. My advice? Don’t.

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Send the animated pig brain to Washington. I think they’re a few short…

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More furniture shopping, more frustration.

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Since I’m not on board with any of the hideous fabrics associated with the living room set my husband chose, shopping continues.

I stepped it up a notch last week and took him to an Ethan Allen showroom. And aside from the fact it was the smallest store we’d been to, they only had one hard backed sofa.

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Which was too low, too square and too soft for my Goldilocks spouse.

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Factor in most of their couches were over $5,000 a piece, even the simple ones like this, and it was a hard pass.

Next up was the store where I started my search with my girlfriend a few months ago. They had two sets I thought might work.

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But Mr, Picky vetoed this one because of the T shaped couch cushions.

Really?

At this point I thought he was just being obstinate on purpose and didn’t want new furniture. But when I brought him to set #2….

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Hard backed, rolled full arms, not too deep, available with firm cushions.

Could it be?

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A long discussion was had with the (very patient) salesman about features and quality…

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These arms were an eighth of an inch different in size… noticeable to no one on earth except my husband who worked quality control in the Marine Corps.

But despite the glaring anomaly, the husband agreed that this set might work. They even had the pattern he’d picked out at a previous store, seen on the back of the chair above.

I vetoed that as it was probably too light for our white walls and rather liked this one.

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When I asked if I could bring a few swatches home, I was told yes… for a price. For a deposit of $50 each I came home with 5. The $263 to be refunded to my card when I returned them.

Geesh.

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Lord Dudley seemed partial to this one.

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But as I suspected…. it’s too light and bright for our all white walls not to mention my husband’s feet on an ottoman.

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I need more contrast of color and though I really didn’t want blue….

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This one might work.

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The furry, four legged escape artist.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten likes to look out the back door and that hasn’t been possible with the plastic barrier in place.

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His Lordship was not pleased.

Just after it was erected, the old door was removed…

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So of course, it snowed.

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We haven’t had snow all winter… but let our contractor start working and bam. White stuff.

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The rotted sub floor and framing was replaced and as work continued with a giant hole in the living room …

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Lord Dudley plotted.

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I guarded against it and tried to keep a close eye on him, but naturally the little devil found a weak spot and made a run for it.

Thankfully His Lordship is not a fan of snow and after a few cursory steps that resulted in wet feet… he just sat on the doorstep and watched birds.

After hustling him back inside?

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He decided a warm sunny spot was more to his liking.

And at least someone was using the treadmill.

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Random rambling…

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In case anyone was wondering I didn’t buy one of those pooping animal calendars I blogged about earlier, no…

I went with hedgehogs instead.

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Life is good.

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And if you’re Lord Dudley Mountcatten, it’s better in a box.

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Yes, the wicked witch of the west in the original Wizard of Oz movie, Margaret Hamilton, lived in Maine…. and now they’ve written a play about her.

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Another beautiful sunrise at Casa River.

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It almost makes waking up early worth it.

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No.

And again, no.

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Miscellaneous nonsense.

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If I was a dishonest person, I could get rich doing my husband’s laundry.

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He’s forever leaving things in his pockets.

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I think I need this book.

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I have long suspected my spider plant was in cahoots with my succulents. Maybe now I can prove it.

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Mr. Hawk is back.

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And currently driving His Lordship crazy.

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I’m not sure what makes this French…

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But Martha Stewart assures me it’s a good thing.

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As seen at a local convenience store.

Better than sour balls I assume.

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That sums it up quite nicely I think.

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How much easier do we need it?

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I saw an Amazon list the other day of helpful products that are supposed to make our life easier, and after looking at them I had to wonder….

Are we really lazy enough to need them?

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Call me crazy, but I don’t consider closing the toothpaste a hardship.

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Sorry, stepping on an empty can has always satisfied me.

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Chicken shredder… or medieval torture device?

Tough call.

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Okay, they’ve got me here. It’s both useful and adorable.

But I can’t figure why this last one will make anyone’s life easier…

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Even if it is the spitting image of Lord Dudley Mountcatten…

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I wonder if he should ask for residuals.

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