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Because I Needed to Fix ONE Damn Thing
There’s paint on my fingernails. Some of it’s nail polish. Some of it’s wall paint. Abby came home from college for Spring Break. She left warm, sunny Hawaii where her friends spent the week on the beach in teeny, tiny swimsuits getting perfect tan lines, for cold, rainy Oregon and her mommy and daddy. I…
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Kitchen REVEAL (A Group Remodeling Project: The FINAL Chapter)
I know. This reveal has taken months. And months and months. Which is a terrible repayment to all of you who weighed in with your placement, design and decorating decisions on parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and 8 of this project. I mean — you’re the people who took us from I Don’t…
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My Parents Gave Me Syphilis for Christmas
My parents gave me one of those automatic vacuum cleaners for Christmas. My sister-in-law got a membership to a wine club. My brother got $50,000. (Or $50 plus books. Whatever. Same same.) Greg got a 3D printer. I got a cleaning implement. My brother was jealous. He’s a younger brother. It’s what they do best. “SURE,”…
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Making Progress (A Group Remodeling Project: Part 8)
There are holes in my walls, and this time they’re supposed to be there instead of spontaneously appearing as precious surprises from my teenage boy’s fist. We are making progress, folks! Things are a mess. They’re chaotic and jumbled. There’s a sheen of dust and debris over every surface. None of which is different than normal, actually.…
