Are You Kidding Me?

I bought a new chair.

Just like 'the big red chair'.........but bigger.

It’s a sleeper chair (folds out to be a twin bed.)

I’ve been feeling guilty when the boys come home for a visit because only one of them has a bed to sleep in. So I bought the sleeper chair to put in the studio.

The store where I purchased it said they would call the day before to confirm the delivery.

They said they would let us know if it would be delivered in the morning or afternoon.

They said they’d also call half an hour before they arrived to verify.

They never called.

So we went to bed and set our alarm clocks for seven AM.

Time enough to wake up, shower, dress, have coffee.

Because WHO THE HELL DELIVERS FURNITURE BEFORE 8 AM?

At 6:50 AM the doorbell woke me up.

At least I think it was the doorbell…….

I stumbled to the front door and sure enough there stood a man wearing a headlamp strapped to his forehead and smiling!

“GOOD MORNING!” he boomed. “We have your furniture!”

ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?????

It’s 6:50 AM! It’s still dark out!  Who starts their deliveries at this ungodly hour????

“Just let me slip into some clothes and turn on the lights” I mumbled.

They were in and out and I was back in bed before the alarm clocks ever made a sound!

I thought maybe I dreamed it except when I finally did get up the chair was there in all its beautiful red glory.

But seriously, 6:50 AM?????

Throwback Thursday

Wordless Wednesday

It Was a Charlie Brown Christmas

Literally!

Sometimes, I’m sorry to say, I have a less than wholehearted approach to Christmas.

I didn’t even put up the tree this year.

Amid all the disorder of remodeling I just couldn’t be bothered (insert a ‘Bah Humbug’ anywhere you feel appropriate…..)

I felt kind of bad for the boys, but not bad enough to do anything about it.

Enter Son2.

He bought us THIS!

I LOVE IT!

It’s PERFECT!

 SO……..it was our tree for this year (and don’t tell anybody but I’ve decided it’s going to be our official tree from now on!)

Of course I had to document it!

Punny Monday

Sleeping comes so naturally to me, I could do it with my eyes closed.

I’m Afraid of Fire

Well, maybe not a full blown phobia but I’m very wary of fire. Not a regular fireplace or a fire pit.

No, I’m afraid the house is going to burn down. I am VERY aware if I smell ANYTHING burning. And I’ve been known to go around the house feeling the walls to see if they’re warm.

I think I must have been burned at the stake in a previous life……

The point is I’m afraid of setting the house ablaze.

Like the time I thought I was being helpful with the Christmas decorations.

I must have been about nineteen or twenty. I think it was the year BigBrother had married and moved out of the house and my parents were losing their enthusiasm for the whole ‘Let’s go all out and decorate EVERYTHING!’  

I was still holding on to my inner child and wanted to at least have a fully ‘loaded’ Christmas tree.

So I offered to put it up.

For several years I had been the one to brave the cold to buy the tree.

I enjoyed the process of finding just the right one, sawing off the trunk to make it the right size, putting it in the stand and bringing it inside.

Next came the ritual of the lights.

Untangle them and stretch them out across the room before plugging them in to check for dead bulbs.

This is where it all goes terribly wrong.

My mother had gone to the train station to pick up my father so I was alone in the house.

I was having a merry old time opening boxes and humming Christmas carols. I took out the first string of lights and stretched them out across the rug. As I plugged them in there was a loud POP and a spark! I jumped back and watched in horror as a large flame traveled the length of the cord wending its way, with great speed I might add, towards the Christmas tree!

For a moment I was frozen in place. Then it occurred to me I was alone and no one was going to come to my rescue.

So, I did the only thing I could under the circumstances.

I grabbed my mother’s handmade throw pillows from the couch and beat the living daylights out of the offending string of lights!

It only took seconds but it seemed like an eternity. When it was all over there was a long, deep burn mark across the rug and the throw pillows were a smoldering mass of black. I took one look at what I had done and backed into the corner of the room clutching the pillows to me.

That’s where my parents found me when they arrived home.

Cowering in the corner, crying and terrified. Not so much for how much trouble I was going to be in for burning the rug and ruining the pillows but for what MIGHT have happened.

I didn’t get into any trouble. My parents were glad I was okay and said I did exactly the right thing smothering the fire with the pillows. They didn’t care about the ‘things’ as long as I was okay.

I was physically…… but to this day I don’t plug in the Christmas lights. And I don’t decorate ANYTHING unless there is someone else in the house! 

(file under: scarred for life....lol)

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Wordless Wednesday

Floor Faces

As we wait for the new carpeting to be installed we’ve been living with bare concrete in the bedroom. I rather like concrete floors but not for the bedroom.

Anyway….as I walk around the room I’ve noticed interesting patterns in the concrete. 

And of course, being me, I see faces.

What else is new????? 

 I am never alone.....lol

Punny Monday

Why does Santa Claus go down the chimney on Christmas Eve?
Because it soots him!