Erma Bombeck once said, “Once you get a spice in your home, you have it forever. Women never throw out spices,” she added. Man, I’m a believer.
If a stranger entered my home this morning, he or she would assume I have toddlers, or at least a herd of wild animals living on the premises.
The white wood trim which I unwisely chose for my entire house is muddled with handprints and all the light switches look like sticky fingers have been clicking them off and on just for fun.
Well all but a hank in the front which is kind of cute if you focus on it and ignore the rest of the head which I discovered is slightly “coned,” . (Yes, I’m have cone-heads in my family tree.)
If my hank falls, I’m thinking of super-gluing it on so I’ll have
I have been working for at least six years to get the streaks off the mirror which hangs over my living room fireplace.
Since the room is right off the kitchen and I have a lot of grease fires and smoke alarms, a thin veneer of mist has rendered the mirror practically “non-reflectionary.” (My new word for the day.)
I now understand the term ‘”smoke and mirrors” – sort of. Continue reading
I’ve suspected for decades that I suffer from attention deficit disorder. A cursory trip through my home confirms the diagnosis.