Domestic Horror Stories #112- Finally

Even though it seemed it would never come, the night before their moved arrived.

“All we have to do is sign the paperwork and we’re homeowners,” he said looking across the title company’s table at her.

“Debt owners you mean,” she said.

“Would you appreciate the moment please,” he said.

She smiled.  What do you want me to do?  Instagram out debt acquisition?”


And so she did.


Domestic Horror Stories #111 – Fruits of Her Labors

“So you’re done then,” he said.

“Yes, I’ve sorted the entire storage room,” she said.

“Great job Hon.”

“Thank you.”

“So what are we getting rid of?”

“The horrifying dishes I had in my college apartment, set of bowling balls I’ve never seen before, and a air mattress with a hole in it.”

“That’s it?”

“Everything else is either sentimental, or useful.”


“You are welcome to have go at it if you want.”

“Um.  Were those bowling balls sort of marbled blue?”


“We can’t get rid of them.”

“Tell me you’re joking.”


Domestic Horror Stories #110 – The Kitchen

“You can’t pack that yet,” she said.

“Why not?” he asked.

“It’s kitchenware.  I could need it.”

“How many years have we been married?”

“Five, as you very well know.”

“And how many times have you used the incredibly expensive stand mixer we got has a gift from Aunt Sadie?”

“Technically never.  But I’ve thought about it a many many times.”

“In this case dear, I don’t think it’s the thought that counts.”

Domestic Horror Stories #109 – The Sorting

“What on earth is this?” she asked.

“Where did you find that?” he asked.

“I was sorting through the boxes from five years ago when we moved here.  I thought surely if we haven’t used it in five years we don’t need to move it.  And I found this.”

“I’m sure we’re never really going to need that.  But it has great sentimental value.”


“My great grandfather, and my grandfather both used it on the farm.”

“I won’t try to get rid of it, I just want to know what it is,” she said.

“Antique bull castrator,” he said.

“Dear heaven,” she said as she dropped the object.

“You asked,” he said.

“You are packing that,” she said.

Domestic Horror Stories #108 – More Waiting

“I can’t believe our closing date is so far a way,” she said.

“This is the time to start packing up everything we don’t need for the next couple months,” he said.

“You realize the very first thing I pack is going to be the very last thing I need on moving day.”

“Pack the first box, and keep it handy.”

“So practical.”

“That’s just how I roll Sweetheart.”

One Lovely Blog Hop 2015

I have been nominated for One Lovely Blog Hop by Aspire to Fly at Aspirations of Flight.  Thank you so much!  And now to play our game…..

I understand I’m supposed to come up with seven lovely facts about myself, and ten other blogs I recommend.  So here goes.

Lovely facts:

1.  My favorite heroine of all time is from a book in which the author never gives a physical description of her.  I didn’t realize it until I got to the end about the fifth time.  The reader knows she is attractive enough by how the people around her react to her.  However, what she looks like is a total mystery.  I love that what makes her compelling is who she is, not how she looks.  So that is what I try and do for my heroines.  Make them incredible people, and not incredible looking people.  Although I’m fairly certain that many of mine are red heads.   The ironic part?  The book I love so much was written in the 1950’s by a man.

2. I love coffee.  Which may not be a lovely fact.  But it does mean if you ever come by for a visit there will be a fresh pot on, or just about to be put on.  And I share.  Also, it means I may live forever.  Preserved by caffeine and pure and perfect cussedness.

3.  My husband encouraged me to start this blog.  I thought no one would be interested in my little snippets.

4.  I’m given to playing practical jokes that involved small changes in the everyday world around us.  Mostly just to see how long it takes people to notice.  Pictures hung upside down.  Figures turned backwards.  That sort of thing.  Lots of people are more preceptive than I would have thought.

5. I can knit a lightsaber.

6.  My favorite book as a child was Alexander and the Magical Mouse by Martha Sanders.  I still have my copy.  I don’t let my children touch it.  Once they leave for college, I’m going to lobby my husband to move us to an old Victorian at the top of a hill.  I’m pretty sure I can find a Yak, an Alligator, and a Brindle London Squatting Cat.  The magical mouse is the problem.  I think they have to come with the house.  It’s not really something they list on realty sites.

7.  I have twelve bottles of nail polish on my desk right now.  I’m rocking the dark metallic blue at the moment.  But it’s still early.

Blogs I nominate for the Lovely Blog Hop:

Terrible real estate agent photos  – And thank you for the inspiration.

Mid-Century Menu – Never have olives in lime jello looked so good.



The GastroNom Blog

Morning Musings

The Owen Adams Project

James Reads Books

Sarah in Zombieland

One Lazy Robot

And there we are.  Everybody have a great bloggy day.