Dinner Party

My best friend, Miss Sassy, and her fiancé joined us for a little dinner at the dollhouse tonight. I love entertaining and don’t get to have people over as often as I’d like during the flurry of the school year. The Electrician and I have also wanted to invite Miss Sassy and Comic Book Fan…

Already? Is that all?

On Wednesday of last week, while I was still a disgusting mucous factory, my husband came home from work (as usual) kissed me hello (as usual) and said, “Happy two months, my wife.” In my Advil Cold and Sinus haze, I’d missed the milestone of being married a whole two calendar months. It’s funny because…

A Haystack of Needles

When I bought the dollhouse two summers ago, all the paperwork stated it was built in 1950. I love older homes with character, and mine certainly has a personality all its own. Around the summer of 1950, the original owners of this wee house (I’m only the third) planted two spruce trees on the lawn,…

Delicate Hands

I was folding laundry or doing something else mature and/or productive this weekend when I heard a tentative male voice in the doorway to my kitchen. “Uh, Kay? Can you give me a hand? The handle broke off in my shower and I can’t turn the water off.” My tenant was standing on the landing…

Just Like the Bermuda Triangle

Every house has a certain, dangerous location that sucks in random items like a domestic black hole. That spot in the dollhouse is the leather sectional in the living room. I’m the first person to sheepishly admit that my tidying practices are to housekeeping what the blooper reel on American Idol is to music. Martha…

SnowFox!

The dollhouse was almost snowed-in this weekend. For the first time in this very mild winter, we got a major dump of snow that scared folks into staying indoors and off the treacherous roads and the endless snow drifts that used to be sidewalks. I was not amused. For one, I hate driving in crummy…

Swiffer, Kiss My Dust Bunnies

Here we are. It’s Friday night and I’m as plum tuckered out as I always am by this point in the week. Apparently, I’m watching television programs with an anticipated strong female following: all I’m seeing are commercials for pads, tampons, and cleaning supplies. Oh, and lady antiperspirant, so I can smell like Fabulous Freesia…

The Purloined Sweater

Since winter has hit, I’ve spent my weekends and evenings wearing The Electrician’s cast off hoodies. I suppose it’s a cliche for women to wear their sweeties’ sweaters, but I’m okay with that. There is something about zipping myself into one of his hoodies, which I swim in, that makes me feel cosy and secure….

Our Little Secret

Please don’t tell my surgeon, but I just put the first coat of paint on my bathroom walls and ceiling. I suppose that if he found out what I’ve been up to, he’d smack me with a roll of gauze. I did the base coat on Friday night, since I’m an absolute party animal this…

Vast Improvements

I don’t think I’ve mentioned yet that I have a new tenant for January. I am so pleased and relieved. Way back in November, my former tenant, who started her brief stint as the resident of my basement apartment by showing up three hours late to get her keys because she was (her words) “into…

Dollhouse Rubble

I’m a terrible housekeeper, but I figure most people would rather have a friend who is a fabulous cook than someone who is an excellent duster or vacuumer or scrub-a-dubber, so it doesn’t bother me much. Here are five things you’ll find randomly scattered all over the dollhouse. Books:  I counted, and there were fourteen books…

Polar Bear Dip

I learned something new today, and I’m pretty excited about it. Normally, I get worked up about finding an awesome band I’ve never heard of before, or the release of a new Urban Decay eyeshadow kit. Anything with dark chocolate tends to work me into a bit of a lather, too. Today, however, I’m enthusiastic…