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Overheard at our house

April 1, 2010November 12, 2014

July 2009
Me: My birthday’s July 7, ya know.
Mike: The farm is your birthday present.

November 2009
Me: Let’s take the kids to the mountains for Thanksgiving. Or maybe Hawaii.
Mike: Nope, we’re going to the farm. That won’t cost anything.

December 2009
Me: Do you want my Christmas wish list?
Mike: The farm is your Christmas present.

January 2010
Me: Where are we going for spring break?
Mike: Atlanta.

February 2010
Me: Where should we rent a beach house this summer? We need to book it now so we can get a good house.
Mike: We can’t afford it.

March 2010
Me: Honey, our 24th anniversary is coming up [April 5]. Can you believe it? We’ve been together for 24 YEARS! Let’s go to Europe.
Mike: Are you kidding me? Have you seen our bills?

April 2010
Me: So, Mother’s Day is….
Mike (interrupting): Sorry, no can do.

15 Years, 15 Blessings

An Intentional Summer

A Mother’s Gift

History.

Chaos (continued)

March 30, 2010November 12, 2014

Mike and the guys are now bracing and jacking underneath the house where the stone foyer is sinking. They’re also replacing two double doors, a shower door, an exhaust fan, two rotten barn doors, a broken garage door opener, installing one ceiling fan and one light fixture, and, oh, patching the leaking chimney. They’ve already ripped out an entire deck, tacky dog run and the rest of the rotten fencing. Chaos has ensued–with lumber, wire, tools, trash, trucks and machinery strewn all about as the boys finish these projects and build the new fencing. (I’m staying in ATL ’til this storm passes.)

15 Years, 15 Blessings

Fields of Gold

Hay Hay Hay

‘shroom! ‘shroom!

Next On Deck: A New Deck

March 25, 2010November 12, 2014

Uh-oh. Found out this week our deck is rotten. I mean, really rotten. So rotten in fact, Ron the contractor shook his head and said, “It could collapse at any time.” Well, there goes Mike’s notion that the old deck would easily make it another year. (For the record: I always had doubts, especially when the damn thing swayed.)

Fire up the chainsaw, boys. Let’s tear that sucker out and build another.

15 Years, 15 Blessings

Fields of Gold

Hay Hay Hay

‘shroom! ‘shroom!