Reprieve Granted

The Hubby has declared that we will wait until our daughter has graduated from high school before we make a decision as to whether or not we are going to sell the shore house.

I want to thank the friends and family who openly guilted and manipulated my husband so I wouldn't have to: job well done.

Namaste

Lost Gallery

What Global Warming?

Duh.

Construction Update

Obviously, I haven't fixed the images... yet. It's on my list.

I realized, over the holiday, that some of my relationship-rehabs are simply waiting for building permits. And we all know how long that could take. Should I re-apply?

We suffered an appliance death while we were away. The Refrigerator passed away in it's sleep probably soon after I left. Surviving the Refrigerator were: bags of Putrid Meat, some of which exploded, melted Strawberry Goo, oodles of Collapsing Butter sticks, and Condiments of several generations. After a moment of silence, The Kitchen Goddess killed all of the refrigerator's survivors. Believe me, it was ugly.

The New One will arrive Monday.

Namaste and R.I.P. all dead, and dying, Household Appliances.