As I write this there are two men downstairs in our basement installing our new furnace. In other words, I am sitting in my kitchen,…
Author: mary
Around here I might be known for mentioning a teaser about something I might write on soon. And then not writing about it. Not something…
“So, the police just called me at work.” “Do you need me to come bail you out?” “I’ll give you one guess why they called.”…
In an attempt to err on the side of sanity, I decided it was best not to use power tools while hungover on Sunday. How…
So I’m sure some of you have noticed the sudden silence on this blog. And if you have followed my other blog, you might have…
Nothing much to report after this last weekend. Saturday started off alright. Trevor flushed the blackwater tank more thoroughly that morning. I think he’s finally…
So Saturday was probably one of the most filthy, disgusting, gross, and hopefully soon-forgettable days I have ever had. We flushed out the black water…
So I dug up the inventory we conducted of all the things that we felt needed to be done to the Coach in order to…
Another weekend, another two days of cramming myself into small quarters armed with a chisel, a hammer, and a crowbar. And my face within 3…