Laughing from the top of the roller coaster.

So I spent 3 hours cleaning Happy House today..

You know, for the showing that never happened.

And so today is the day I realized this real estate thing-a-ma-jigger that we've just recently signed up

for is going to be quite the roller coaster.

We live for nearly seven years with a crappy old oven, get a new one in our kitchen just in time for the realtor open house, and now must stare at the old one through our living room window. Officially, kicked to the curb.

And so this evening, with our feet up in our living room... I turned to the Hubs and said, how could this be?

I posted our OLD OVEN on FREECYCLE. How come no one has claimed it yet? I mean, we're trying to GIVE someone a free oven.

And then he said, "well, read me the posting you wrote..."

And so I did.

OFFER: 30" gas freestanding range white

Posted by: "ME"

Sun Feb 19, 2012 2:24 pm (PST)

Tappan manufacturer. Easy pick up - indicate day & time in your reply. This is an older model range in fair working condition (rust, bent handle).

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And then we just laughed, and laughed and laughed (from the tippy top of our roller coaster ride....)

I guess our trash isn't anybody's treasure.

spring cleaning

I've been sleeping with my fleece socks on for about 5 months now.

No, no. Don't feel sorry for me. I do this to myself.

To beat the endless winter blues this time I rearranged the kitchen after work yesterday. Last year the yellow wall, this year furniture upended. Poor Little Kitchen.

There wasn't much to do really. Kitchen's are only so big with so many things able to be rearranged. Mostly, Drake moved from one side of the wall to the other. And the lily. The lily got moved, too.
It's just when I walked in the door and looked across the sea of papers on the kitchen table I couldn't deal with it. I felt like I was walking into a room on the show Hoarders.
It was a total of about 3-4 small stacks. But it set me off.
Pots, pans, walnuts, leashes, computers, wedding cards. They all found a new home.
And then the clothes. Eric's.

Everywhere
(about 10 articles of clothing between two rooms).

Everywhere I tell you.
When he got home from what should have been a trip to Walmart to pick up a file box (for all the papers) but really came home from a trip to 99 for a drink with his bosses I realized the clothes, and the papers, were not an issue for him.
So I folded and I hung and I sorted and I put in the laundry bin.
And I stopped before I tackled the sliding pile of papers next to the bed that are oozing out of, under from, the nightstand. He says they're important. And he'll get to them this weekend.
So I left it at that, mopped up my mess, and fell asleep on the couch.

But he just left for a work...