Along with the dryer and the laptop, I think I broke Lynne and Lindsey

Lynne and Lindsey have both been sick–oddly, right after they helped me deal with upheaval at The Compound. Tom, Tim, and I have been taking Airborne to try to head off any illness. Fortunately, Tim even managed to fly without getting sick, and that’s like a little miracle. One of the reasons I dislike flying is that there is always someone on the plane who’s hacking and sneezing and otherwise trying to infect perfect strangers with germs.

My mom also helped clean the house after the floors were done, and she’s doing okay. Last week, she confessed to Lindsey (who immediately texted me at the laundromat–remember: dryer broken!) that Lindsey was indeed the Queen of Clean. That Old Woman apparently relinquished her title when she caught Lindsey going at a window latch in my living room with a Q-Tip.


This is the shrine. The shrine where Lindsey, Kate DeGroot, and that little boy Mark G. Harris knows can pay homage to the vacuum cleaner. I think they’re a little crazy. Vacuum cleaners suck.

I was telling Lindsey, as we both ungrimed woodwork in the bathroom–Lindsey on tiptoe on windowsills and me on the floor trying to get over my amazement that the baseboards were actually blue and not some odd mixture of Dust Gray and Sanded Wood Red–that what we really needed to inspire us was a hot biker chick. And look!


(This is better than a Pottery Barn catalog, right, Lindsey?)

That Old Woman finally took a break.

Rex is all, “People! Where is the furniture for my body to go a’lying on?”

Here, Rex!

But that’s a story for another day.

Sadly, I got no photos of our upscale dining on pizza as we gathered in a circle of random chairs and TV trays. If only I’d thought to unpack the china.

I did, however, catch enough of Sugar behind Margot’s tail and Rex’s body to make this a sort of substitute “Sugar Monday” post since Lindsey’s a little overwhelmed right now.

I can’t thank Lynne, Jess, Tim, Lindsey, Tom, and my mother enough for all the hard work (and Rhonda for the immoral support). You will be amply rewarded.

If I ever find the boxes in my house that contain the means to reward you…

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  3. Sooo much better than a Pottery Barn catalog. Rhonda’s hot. And so is vacuuming! And you didn’t break me. I’m stubborn. And shouldn’t have pushed as hard as I did… but there was cleaning to be done (I could not resist its pull), and you know I wasn’t feeling well to have stopped half-way through the bathroom project. 🙂 As soon as the fever breaks and I get my voice back, I’m totally tackling your garage. Squee! (Okay, I just said “Squee.” Testament that I have a fever and am clearly not thinking straight.)

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      1. Oh, no need to hold me off with that glock of yours. It’s not gonna happen until after the holidays. I should absolutely be well by then. 😉

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    1. I told Tim I’m decorating the stacks of boxes in lieu of digging out my standard Christmas decorations. He said we could make the boxes look like snow banks. I figured photos of that might push you and Todd right over the edge, though.

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