Author: Carolyn

Last night the hubby and I were watching a horror movie. The main characters lived in a fancy pants house with tile and hardwood floors. (Sadly, this is what I notice while people are fending off intruders. When a zombie is eating someone’s brain, I look over its shoulder to see if that light fixture…

We’ve reached the 100th day in our renovations. There will be champagne and saw dust for everyone today! Minimal blood has been shed, I’ve broken down in tears fewer than the budgeted fifty times, and I haven’t found any dead bodies in the walls. I consider this a victory. I was thinking of getting a…

There wasn’t much progress in the master bedroom yesterday. I made sure the paint on the walls was covering every nook and cranny and began to scrape the mystery goo off the window frames. This glue-like substance was apparently applied as if it was protecting them from poisonous gas outdoors. I wouldn’t have wanted them…

Three a.m. this morning, laying on a mattress in the dining room, my husband turns to me and says, “Don’t we have a guest room?”. Oh yeah. We happen to have one with pretty flooring, king bed, TV-the works. I don’t know what’s worse: That we have enough bedrooms we actually forgot one of them…

The house didn’t open into a mystical sinkhole and swallow me whole. Though I still have my suspicions that it may have been built atop an ancient Indian burial ground. I spent an amazing month or so on the road, taking a cross-country motorcycle trip with my hubby. It was nice to try to forget…

Tad-a! I’m back. Oh the fun I have to share with you all! I have a temporary reprieve from home improvement prison. I’ve put myself on a work release program completing only minor projects this week. These past couple of weeks of my life would make any reality show look like an episode of Happy…