Dear Diary,
If I want to make microwave popcorn while I'm blow-drying my hair, I should be able to do so, no questions asked, no fuses blown.
I don't want to consider doors that close and faucets that don't spray water in your face a luxury.
Have I mentioned the basement? Probably not, because I refuse to go down there for fear of never coming back alive. Hazards include unidentified musical equipment, enormous submarine-like oil tank, a wading pool, spider crickets, mysterious storage spaces that may or may not contain dead bodies, and a faint barnacle smell.
So my advice for the day is: Broke and lazy people shouldn't buy old houses. Unfortunately we are both, and we did.
Contemplating a nice, bland colonial in the 'burbs,
Fluffy
4 comments:
.....or not!
Bland-n-'Burbs does not become you, FW.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Yes, "broke & lazy" does not mix well with "old & fixer-upper"
Broke and lazy doesn't even mix well with "newly built" because as it turns out, you have to maintain these damn places.
I have also pleaded to Mr. Ashley that a toilet that flushes without me having to hold the handle for 5 frikkin minutes is a necessity and not a luxury. It's on the list...the never-ending, never-shorter list.
SPIDER crickets??? I loathe insects...and my "fruit cellar" sounds like your basement. I DO NOT go in there.
LMAO at your advice..this B&L will file that away!
Cake
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