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This is not my beautiful house! My future living room aka salon on a boat. Die hards pronounce it SALOON but I am a more modern kind of gal. Today we fixed a toilet, and currently are trying to figure out why the washer isn't getting hot water. The steps to the engine room are up and I had to cli...
This is not my beautiful house! My future living room aka salon on a boat. Die hards pronounce it SALOON but I am a more modern kind of gal. Today we fixed a toilet, and currently are trying to figure out why the washer isn't getting hot water. The steps to the engine room are up and I had to climb over the wall to get to my drink in the dinette. Climbing back out I had to thank God for my safariwoman past, I winged it right up and around without a hitch. The cleaning continues as I move into the master head. Now where did I put that bio hazard suit? Oh there it is right next to my safari hat currently being worn by a hideous large ceramic fish left behind by the previous owner. Good tmes!
Thanks Marge! It is going to take a while to get to the beautifying part of this process. Maybe by this time next year it will be something I will feel happy with. Or, maybe even until the year after that.
I have done more cleaning in the last 6 months than I have in my entire life and I am a clean freak anyway. But cleaning my own stuff, no matter how dirty, is a whole different thing than cleaning up stranger's filth accumulated for years, especially in a bathroom! If anyone has a clue about wha...
I have done more cleaning in the last 6 months than I have in my entire life and I am a clean freak anyway. But cleaning my own stuff, no matter how dirty, is a whole different thing than cleaning up stranger's filth accumulated for years, especially in a bathroom! If anyone has a clue about what this part of the current leson I must be supposed to learn is, please let me know. I really need to grasp it so I never have to take this test again!
For my birthday one year, I dreamed about scraping cracked plaster off a brick wall in an old-fashioned subterranean basement bathroom—you know, the kind with the wooden stalls and antique heavy porcelain fixtures and bare light bulbs in fixtures high on the walls.
For my birthday one year, I dreamed about scraping cracked plaster off a brick wall in an old-fashioned subterranean basement bathroom—you know, the kind with the wooden stalls and antique heavy porcelain fixtures and bare light bulbs in fixtures high on the walls.
At least one knows where one's at.....