Sparky

Folks have been asking why I refer to my sweetie as “The Electrician.” There are a couple of reasons, but the most obvious is that the man is an electrician. Equally important, however, is the fact that this is my blog, not his, and I’m trying my darndest to respect his privacy by using an…

Cheap Chicken

The Electrician finds it entertaining to shop with me because I have an odd seventh sense about prices and deals. Somehow, I just get a tingling about where to go when I need to buy a particular item. For example, when I bought the dollhouse, I envisioned an ivory leather sectional in my livingroom. The…