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We did something crazy the day before we left Virginia. We bought a labradooodle.
His dad...
His mom...
We picked him up while Charley was at school.
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Inside. a. Tree.
Shut yer mouth we are INSIDE a tree!!!
INSIDE A TREE Y'ALL!!
This is like, a very big deal.
S
Thursday, February 23, 2017
Happy Birthday to Chuck
Chuck's birthday came at a time when the dining room was in the living room and the rest of the house was in boxes in the dining room. So, we did the best we could. I said before, fabric makes a world of difference. Also, so do giant Jackson Pollock type art canvases.
A tip: Cram everything you got into one corner of the
house and it will look like a lot and is festive.
I mean who are we kidding? At THIRTY NINE!!! Chuck's just
grateful someone still cares enough to go to the trouble.
No, no, no, not really. He knows as long as we have little ones, we'll be celebrating his birthday the same way we celebrate theirs. Maybe with a less mystery but with all the Chinese food and cookie cake a man (and his wife) could ask for.
It seems that 3 candle's been used, 1 or 3 times.
Somebody call the fire department.
Chucks so much (7 months) older than me. I don't understand all this candle fire.
Lord help us all.
He looks good in candlelight.
Happy Birthday to you, oh sweet, 39 year old, man of mine.
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The Master
It's really hilarious to me to call mine and Chuck's bedroom the "master." First of all, we aren't adults. Adults are the ones with master bedrooms. And secondly, our rental house wasn't very, well, master bedroom-y-ish. Though, I will say it did have a small, outdated bathroom attached, and I sure appreciated it, up to three times a night.
So this comforter, oh this comforter. Chuck calls her "big heavy." And it's a perfect name for her.
I got the comforter set at a catalog return store (NO, I ain't above it!) for FIFTEEN DOLLARS. Are you above a FIFTEEN DOLLAR, TWO-HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLAR QUEEN SIZE COMFORTER PLUS SHAMS AND DUST RUFFLE? Naw. I didn't think so.
Blue Boy and Pinkie were my Grandmother's. She wrote my name on the back so that when she went on home, everyone would know who they belonged to.
This is silly, but I have a story to tell about everything in this room. The side table to the right was something my mother made. She was a skilled woodworker at one point. For realz.
The side table to the left, was something I got at an Alabama City Flea Market. It was the slummy-est of the slum type of flea market and I loved every piece of it. I got the table for FOUR DOLLARS. I bought it not knowing if it would fit into my front seat only, Honda Civic Del Sol, but I knew I'd cram it in there no matter what it took. And I did.
Yes, I know there is an ugly conglomeration of things propped up against my beautiful, gifted by my Aunt JoAnn, chest of drawers, but it was a small place. We did the best we could. And how about that painting of the family? Ohhhh, the benefits of being related to a painter (huffs of fingernails and rubs them on chest like I actually did something to deserve portraits of my family). Speaking of which...Craig. I hate to mention it, but Bo, poor thing, she's been looking at this painting and asking, "Where am I?"
