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She’ll need a name.

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Meet my new car.

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A 2025 fully loaded Subaru Forester touring.

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Crystal pearl white…

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With the swanky two tone leather interior and suede inserts.

And if that’s not sweet enough? She comes with Easter eggs…

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How fun is that!

No, I’m not in actual possession of her yet. She had to be special ordered from the factory and will arrive in 6-8 weeks.

I’ve never owned a white vehicle before. And before you say, “Oh, it will show all the dirt!”, I’ve been driving black and dark charcoal grey for 22 years… trust me, they show all the dirt as well.

This purchase required intense negations, at which… let’s be honest, I suck. Thank God for my husband who hates the new car purchase game but loves to haggle.

We went into the office where our salesman gave us a final price… and my husband balked.

The assistant manager came over, lowered the price by $1,500… and my husband scowled.

The sales manager appeared, lowered the price by $2,500… and my husband started to walk out.

The top financial guy got into the mix and lowered the price by $3,500… and my husband did walk out.

We went to lunch, during which time the manager called and lowered the price by $4,000, saying that was the absolute best he could do. When we went back to the showroom… my husband said lower the price by another $500 or we’re out.

Mind you this particular car is flying off the lots. We couldn’t find a single one in the entire state. I also added a few extra options.. splash guards, moon roof air deflector etc. but when my husband has a number stuck in his head, you’re not going to change it.

The top guy was summoned. He hemmed and hawed, fiddling with the numbers trying to come up with a way to discount the price further. Turns out Subaru is running a charity drive for local schoolchildren until the end of this month. You purchase 10 school supplies for donation and they take $500 off the price.

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We went to Target and purchased 15 fun school supplies.. and bam! My husband got his $4,500 off a brand new car.

Is it any wonder I love this man?

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My current Forester is Ethel. Named by my late mother. My new beauty will need a name as well… any suggestions?

You have 6-8 weeks to dazzle me with ideas.

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Random nonsense.

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My real life friends are very helpful. Knowing I’ve been looking for coffee and end tables, one of them sent me this…

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And while I’m sure His Lordship would love it?

No.

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This is a church I pass every now and then while running errands.

They have a sense of humor.

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Or try to…

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Now that’s what I call a backyard rainbow.

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This is what $150 worth of handmade gourmet candy looks like. We thought it would be a nice way to say thank you to the nursing and surgical staff for being so kind to an antsy (and sometimes unintentionally violent) patient.

*Note- I wanted to give them a healthy and attractive Edible Arrangement filled with fruit… but the damn stores have closed up shop and left the state of Maine.

Boo to that.

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Is it me?

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Now that the new living room furniture is in place, it was time to start shopping for coffee tables. Ours are old and mismatched and bear too many dings and cat scratches to be serviceable.

After our nightmare replacement of windows, and doors, and floors…. I thought this would be a breeze. I didn’t want anything special, just one rectangle for in front of the couch and two square side tables in a medium wood finish. Drawers or no drawers. Stylish or plain. Traditional or modern.

I was leaving my husband at home… so I knew finding something to please me would be much quicker.

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Or not.

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I just wanted something simple.

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Something that didn’t look like a metal suitcase…

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Or a canoe.

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After five furniture stores…

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I came to the conclusion nothing is easy anymore.

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Never doubt me.

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Remember my perfect carpet? The expensive Karastan I chose on day one…

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The salesperson from the store where I found it (they have exclusive rights to the brand and none of the other places we’ve tried can sell it) has been staying in touch after giving us an installation estimate. When I finally told them my husband balked at the price and was looking around for something comparable but cheaper, they wanted to help and said they would check their inventory.

I received this message a week ago.. but didn’t tell my husband until he’d had his fill of fruitless floor shopping.

I’m evil that way.

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To be honest I didn’t think carpet was something you could barter… but you live and you learn.

And save $500 apparently.

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Installation in 8 weeks.

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Things I’m not buying anytime soon.

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I love our cat, but…

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He doesn’t need a 4 foot wicker giraffe.

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Stress free?

The beast sleeps 23 hours a day, how stressed can he possibly be.

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I don’t know about you, but I’ve never harbored the least bit of desire to sleep in a dog bed. Giant or otherwise.

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While this might be comfortable once I plopped, I fear my bad knee would be screaming trying to get out.

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Just… no.

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His patience is running out…

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Shopping for bedroom carpet continues.

And you can tell one of us is not having a good time.

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This is not my fault as I found the perfect carpet on day one… but my husband swore he could find something comparable for less money so we kept shopping.

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This was an interesting display.

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Made even more so by the fact it opened for samples.

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After another whirlwind weekend tour of flooring stores, my husband chose carpets he thought were close to the shade we wanted. Even though I (and numerous salespeople) assured him they weren’t.

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Ironically the two large sample boards he brought home were very close to the price point of my original choice which kind of defeats the purpose… no?

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And since none of them were the right shade (again), my spouse is slowing coming around to the realization he should have just agreed to my selection a few weeks ago and called it a day.

Men.

They always have to do things the hard way.

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And he thought furniture shopping was bad…

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Since my husband balked at the price tag of the carpet I chose and thought it would be easy to find a comparable replacement, we shopped.

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And shopped, and shopped.

And then shopped some more.

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The man had no idea how many different beige carpets existed… and I was determined to show him each and every one.

Textured, tonal, sculptured, Berber.

Wool, nylon, polyester, olefin.

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There was even a line devoted to pet accidents.

But not a single one held a candle to my original choice.

The search continues…

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Next project is on deck…

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While we’re (none too patiently) waiting for the new living room furniture to be delivered, it’s time to turn our attention back to the bedroom.

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The newly trimmed windows and sills are in…

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The new door has been installed…

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With its pretty morning reflection.

So now we need to get rid of that horrible dusty rose carpet the previous owners chose and replace it with a nice neutral beige.

I did a little preliminary shopping and fell in love with a Karastan.

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Of course I did, it was the highest quality and most expensive available. Unfortunately the husband did not fall in love with the price and wanted me to choose something less pricey.

So began our carpet shopping saga.

You know the drill…store to store to store trying to find something comparable. He thought it would be easy.

He was wrong.

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He brought this one home, but it was too grey.

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He brought this one home, but it leaves those awful striped vacuum marks.

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He brought this one home and asked Lord Dudley to choose, but nothing matched the quality, softness or color of my Karastan.

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The search continues…

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New appliances.

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Remember that fancy schmantsy toaster my husband gave me as a gift? The one with the ridiculous price tag and all those bells and whistles no one needs?

Well, it died the other day… 3 months past it’s warranty of course.

So before I could run to Wal Mart or Target to purchase a more reasonable replacement?

My husband came home with this…

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An even more expensive version with bells, whistles and flashing lights.

Sigh.

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Does it toast bread? Sure.

Will it live longer than 3 months past its warranty? Only time will tell…

In other news (not to mention definitive proof I’m old) I’m going to gush about a vacuum.

Or more precisely the adorable Dyson Omni Glide rechargeable stick vacuum.

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It’s small, easy to operate, disconnect and empty. The multi positional head is a dream and glides everywhere… effortlessly. Smooth fabric rollers won’t scratch our new floors and it has two suction settings to pick up His Lordship’s messes.

I’m in love.

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❤️

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