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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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Never useful, but hopefully entertaining.
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Trying to process a quickie divorce is my guess.
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I was disheartened to learn this was happening in Portland, Oregon instead of Portland, Maine. I could definitely use a little llama lovin’ when I fly.
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If it’s considered humane for Fido… why not for Florence?
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It’s not like they’d ever run out.
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Damn. That’s a lot of poo.
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Florida.
Nothing surprises me about that state anymore.
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Remember how thrilled I was that my husband found a living room set he liked?
Well, I went back to the store to pick out the fabric before ordering, and sadly …. I wasn’t thrilled for long.
Oh, they had plenty of decent solids, but when it came time to choose a pattern for the coordinating pillows, chair and ottoman I was seriously underwhelmed.
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They were ugly.
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They were colorless.
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And I didn’t want a single one of them in our house.
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WTH?
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These were the only two out of what seemed like hundreds that even came close…
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But neither of them gave me the warm fuzzy I need.
Matter of fact… the only real color in the entire store was this pillow of what looked like grass.
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Lazy Boy doesn’t allow fabric substitutions so I can’t buy material elsewhere and bypass their awful selection.
This is not good news.
We finally found the furniture… but we hate the fabrics.
Damn it. The search continues….
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When last reported, there was a hole in my wall and a hole in my floor.
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Both of these were plugged with appropriate materials.
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And then, presto…
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(Presto in this case meaning 6 months after we started)
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There was a new bedroom door.
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Of course it was also late on a Friday afternoon so outdoor trim had to wait.
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We have two fully installed, functioning, trimmed with the right color stain windows and I have to admit I was beginning to think it would never happen.
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It’s hard to tell in the photos but they look quite nice.
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I had my doubts about the color but it blends really well with the existing trim…
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Two down, three to go.
I hope I live long enough to see it.
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Living room furniture shopping with my husband continued, even though it ceased being fun a while back. Nothing pleased the man and I was doubting we would ever find a set that checked all his boxes. Until we walked into… of all places… Lazy Boy.
I despise recliners and that store wasn’t even on my radar, but damned if it wasn’t where he finally found a couch he liked.
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Rolled pillowless back, good length, solid arms.
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It looks almost identical to the set we have now… which I didn’t really want, but he’s worn me down with his fussiness and I’m ready to cry uncle.
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Miracle of all miracles you can pay a few hundred dollars more per piece and get the firmest damn cushions on the face of the planet (think park bench comfort) which is his number one issue.
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They’re actually temperpedic, like the mattresses… and that sealed the deal for my spouse.
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He’s not smiling, but trust me…. Goldilocks was pleased.
Up next? Fabric.
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Work started on the bedroom door replacement, and you know it didn’t go well.
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After removing the existing door and pulling back the carpet, serious water damage was discovered.
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Which pleased neither me nor my contractor.
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More work. More time.
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More money.
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We communicated through this hole to the basement. That was fun.
Not.
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Rotten floor cut out, awaiting new wood.
Good thing we planned on replacing the carpet.
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Let’s begin…
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Holy Hell. Two uteruses? I had enough trouble with one…
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I’ve never had a problem with this, but okay.
For those of you who have time constraints, the trick is to store them upside down.
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I’ve often said I’d like to sleep for 5 months and lose 50lbs. That’s my kind of diet.
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Nuclear mutant Chernobyl dogs. What could go wrong…
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This half of a 16 year age gap couple who have been married for 40 years says it works just fine.
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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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The new door frames have been painted and sealed..
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As have the doors, which are currently blocking access to the man cave pool table.
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Next on the list? Staining the new trim and sills the contractor will be putting around the two previously installed windows.
Our house has honey colored trim throughout….
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So the goal was to match the existing.
And like every other renovation project we attempt, it did not go well.
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The color the contractor bought wasn’t even close.
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The first color I bought was too light.
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The second color I bought was better but it took five coats to achieve the desired shade and no one has time for that when you’re paying a contractor by the hour.
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Numerous trips back and forth to the store later, the husband got involved and came home with solid stain cans that I hated because it looked like paint and covered the grain.
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He argued that the color was closer but all I saw was brush strokes.
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So the contractor showed him how to apply it with a rag for less coverage … and seeing that I was not going to be easily pleased… promptly turned that job over to my husband.
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I love my guy, but he’s not one to take his time with finish work and I feared the worst, picturing streaky spots and dribbles.
After some slight… and I thought quite valuable supervision of the application… I was told to get lost and kicked to the curb.
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At the end of the day I compared my 5 coat sample (on the right) to one of my husband’s.
I think mine is a slightly warmer shade and a closer match to the existing color, but I can’t argue with how much time (and money!) was saved doing it his way.
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