I give it two weeks. But it gives me great joy right now. Sometimes, it takes so little.
I just hope Mrs. Kitchen likes it. We are thinking of hanging a sign for her: “Mrs. Kitchen’s Kitchen.”
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From the category archives:
Boo! (Our happily haunted home)
I know many of you are home improvement voyeurs, as I am. This one goes out to my fellow twisted paint-chip droolers and paintbrush fondlers.
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Get your Death and Ghosts on! Get your Rocks off! I update because I love you.
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I see faces when I go to sleep at night. I have met a few other people who see faces too. But not too many folks.
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My job (the one that feeds the family and pays for vet bills) requires that I stay on top of the latest trends in home decor, which means I spend a lot of time browsing “shelter” magazines.
Which, if you happen to meet the definition of poverty for the state you are living in, is about as good for you as eating three cups of Jawbreakers immersed in a bowl of Coca-Cola for breakfast every morning.
But knowledge is power. I hereby pass the savings down to you.
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‘Twas six mornings before Christmas (and four mornings into Hanukkah)
And in the squalid bathroom of a house
Two humans were tooth-brushing
When the smaller (age five) spied a mouse
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Voting ends tomorrow night, and thank you thank you thank you to all of you intrepid b’eaw readers who are keeping me in the running, despite the fact that I do not have the word ‘rock’ in my blog title. One last time…with feeling:
VOTE HERE VOTE HERE CLICK CLICK CLICK, AS SANDS THROUGH THE HOURGLASS, SO ARE THE VOTES OF OUR LIVES
Originally my mother was hoping that I’d be successful enough at this stage of my life to buy her a shore house with a Polish immigrant pool boy and enough space for impromptu polka parties. But faring well in a blog contest could buy me another 10 years on the shore house.
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