Category: home

TMI

We either need a locking bedroom door or a louder booby trap alarm system.

they’re coming to take me away, ha-haaa

Doug has been renovating our bedroom for years. The past year has brought him (slowly) to the stage of finishing the drywall. Every evening I walk downstairs to put on my jammies and put away that day’s clean laundry. Every evening, the dresser with Doug’s clothing is in the exact same spot it has been […]

a gift for everyone

Saturday, my parents kicked us out of the house for several hours. We knew something was up, but didn’t worry. We came home and the surprise could be seen from the street. Remember when Lucy died this summer and Molly went a little crazy with grief? After that, Evan decided to finish off the door. […]

Doug vs. squirrels

It’s time for round three of Doug’s war against the squirrels. A quick recap of previous battles of wit had Doug nailing a board over the entrance the squirrels chewed into the attic which the squirrels promptly chewed through again. Doug-0 squirrels-1 Doug then tossed an entire box of mothballs all over the attic, which […]

place your bets

After being loose for many weeks, one of our kitchen cabinet doors finally fell off yesterday. Will Doug repair it: just before Christmas? just before Thanksgiving? this weekend? nada as soon as he reads this post? nope, choose again

In case of spider –

Primary plan: Call Doug. Doug gently places the spider outside. Spider yells for his friends and re-enters the house. Backup plan: Put glass over spider. Wait for Doug to rescue spider or spider’s demise, whichever comes first. Vacuum or sweep spider away. Exception rule #1: If spider is on the wall and looks non-threatening (daddy […]

Shhh, don’t tell Doug

I’m ready to put a bunch of “stuff we don’t use or wear any more” out for Goodwill. Should I include the mountain of VCR movies that we never watch or should I donate them to a local group home? Does anyone (locally) want a FREE pair of big server racks?

new day, same topic

It’s gray and gloomy outside but the sky isn’t leaking. The bedroom forniture is balanced on two by fours, the shop vac sits silently and without the aid of any male Dutch children, the floor is dry. Doug dug (hee hee) until his body screamed “no more”. Then, he stripped down to his underwear, rinsed […]

are we having fun yet?

It is now pitch black outside and the heavy thunder indicates that the worst of this particular storm is getting closer. Doug is still digging in the trench. Amy has been crying for the past hour that her head hurts and despite the tylenol I gave her, she feels hot to the touch.