In which you all come charging at me with torches if I mention the “h” word again

FIN!

Fin
Ima keep it just like that, with nothing on it or in it. I worked so hard on the thing; I'd hate to ruin it with stuff marring it.

Hutch
Okay, here it is with stuff. Marvin has packed a lot of his doo-dads, and it turns out a lot of them resided on this here hutch, so it's emptier than it used to be. Knowing me and my old lady knicknack self, it will fill up again in no time.

I do not have an official "before" picture, because believe it or not I do not live every moment with thoughts of my blog in mind, but I culled my photos and found one of our hutch, when it resided with us in Burbank back in aught six or so:

Oldhutch
I know! You can't see the old handles. They were brown and tarnished. And kind of '70s-looking. Like Tony Orlando.

In other news, and I know you're sad to move away from the topic of the hutch, The Other June and I went to the farmers market yesterday and I bought a bird house that will supposedly get bluebirds in it. It was seven dollars. I thought I took a picture of it but apparently I did not. I culled my iPhone shots and it was not there.

"Culled" is a big word with me today.

At any rate, it basically looks like this:

Mrbluebird I was thinking I might…

…paint it.

I KNOW! I'm OBSESSED. When did I become Junebrandt?

Also, while I was there, I got something I have always wanted to get. I have always always always wanted a St. Francis statue for my yard. I never got one because (a) in LA I never HAD a yard, (4) Marvin never seemed keen on having a saint in his yard once we DID have one and (12) they were always $9,000 when I saw them. But yesterday I found one for a good price and yes I do know that I am unemployed.

I was so excited to take old St. Francis home and plop him in my garden.

And guess what.

Edsel is terrified of him.

He's the patron saint of ANIMALS, for goodness sake. Why is Edsel scared of him? Is Edsel the devil? Does everything named Francis horrify Edsel? Does Edsel think I have actually put a miniature person under the azalea, back there?

Eatfrancihed
Anyway, here was my first attempt to take a photo, but as you can see, Edsel has alarmed St. Francis considerably.

Bluebird
Oh, look. I DID take a picture of my new $7 bluebird house. Nice culling. It is next to the 33 million cans of paint and ruined shelf, there, because EVERYTHING HAS PAINT ON IT NOW.

Francistrepidation
Anyway, here is a better photo of St. Francis, who is still wishing he were back at the garden store and not being constantly sniffed and barked at by a dog. He is so rethinking this patron-saint-of-animals thing.

And after the farmers market, Other June and I went to a bookstore that inexplicably also sold kitchen supplies, and I bought a tea kettle. We don't have a microwave anymore, and I needed one for my Cream of Wheat and tea and general water-heating needs.

Yes, I am aware, once again, that I am unemployed. SHUT UP.

Teateateateateatea
Isn't it lovely? Isn't it cheerful? Don't you just want to heat up some water and serve tea to St. Francis? While admiring my hutch? And waiting for bluebirds? And my unemployment check?

Okay, off to chase Edsel around with a statue.

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Author: June

At one point, I was sort of hot, in a "she's 27 and probably a 7" kind of a way. Now I'm old and have to develop a charming personality. Guess how that's going.

80 thoughts on “In which you all come charging at me with torches if I mention the “h” word again”

  1. I like the hutch better with stuff in it, in the first picture I was not so sure if I like it or not. The St. Francis statue is beautiful, I like that it looks kind of old and weathered.
    Oh, and the teakettle, too cute!
    The walls in the dining room look great, and the white hutch is a nice contrast. Good job! Can’t wait to see how the birdhouse turns out, I have one in my yard that the birds have ignored for the past 3 years. Maybe I should paint it. A little “vacancy” sign might help too.

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  2. When mom first take Puck runnin first time puck seed statue of Ghandi an puck hate him. Puck bark n bark n bark firs time. Now puck don’t even notis stoopid Gandhi statchoo.

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  3. My bulldog was scared of the big rock I put in the garden. She barked at it for days, until she was satisfied it was sufficiently cowed by her yard protecting abilities. I think she might pee herself if I put a statue (not status) of a person in the yard.
    P.S. Love the hutch!

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  4. I love the yellow tea kettle! I bought one for myself, and it looks so cheerful in my kitchen.
    AND, I like the hutch painted white – it looks fabulous!

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  5. I love the yellow tea kettle! I bought one for myself, and it looks so cheerful in my kitchen.
    AND, I like the hutch painted white – it looks fabulous!

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  6. I love the yellow tea kettle! I bought one for myself, and it looks so cheerful in my kitchen.
    AND, I like the hutch painted white – it looks fabulous!

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  7. The hutch looks fabu! Especially nice next to the creamy latte-like cocoa walls. Gee, now I’m jonesing for something sweet.
    I know exactly what you mean about the brightness factor. I bought myself a springy colored jeweled glass fragrance burner yesterday. I just needed a pick me up and this smells good too. Bonus, the dogs were afraid of the matches so I don’t think they’ll bother it.

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  8. We have lived in our house for 9 years and are finally starting to paint the walls. I am a decorating pre-kindergartner. But even I recognize beauty when I see it. The hutch is a showcase piece, and you should be rightly proud.

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  9. What is the patron saint of lost causes?
    I need me one of them…

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  10. PJ who remembers the very first time she decorated a room without compromising with a man on every single stinking details. It was fresh and beautiful! says:

    I’m so glad you’re doing things to make your space YOURS. The white hutch on the chocolate walls, the happy tea kettle and bluebird of happiness house, and loving St. Francis…Nice nesting.
    Love what looks like the lighting inside that hutch to show off your pretty glassware.
    My little dog nearly stroked out when I put a fox statue in the back garden. Took him two weeks to figure out it wasn’t real. It was a serious ISS.UE for a while.

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  11. PJ who remembers the very first time she decorated a room without compromising with a man on every single stinking details. It was fresh and beautiful! says:

    I’m so glad you’re doing things to make your space YOURS. The white hutch on the chocolate walls, the happy tea kettle and bluebird of happiness house, and loving St. Francis…Nice nesting.
    Love what looks like the lighting inside that hutch to show off your pretty glassware.
    My little dog nearly stroked out when I put a fox statue in the back garden. Took him two weeks to figure out it wasn’t real. It was a serious ISS.UE for a while.

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  12. PJ who remembers the very first time she decorated a room without compromising with a man on every single stinking details. It was fresh and beautiful! says:

    I’m so glad you’re doing things to make your space YOURS. The white hutch on the chocolate walls, the happy tea kettle and bluebird of happiness house, and loving St. Francis…Nice nesting.
    Love what looks like the lighting inside that hutch to show off your pretty glassware.
    My little dog nearly stroked out when I put a fox statue in the back garden. Took him two weeks to figure out it wasn’t real. It was a serious ISS.UE for a while.

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  13. Aunt Kathy and I have a microwave…we’ll figure out how to get it to you. It is a counter model. I think it is black.
    We’re going to send you an article (no, not a “the” or “a”) from the Louisville paper. It’s a hoot.

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  14. I’m now wondering how long it will be before Edsel “christens” St. Francis? Will that be a sin or a blessing? They christen ships, what about saint status, I mean statues? I know one is champagne and the other is, well is pee, but deep down they are both liquid.

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  15. The yellow tea kettle is so bright and cheery. But you brought up horrid childhood memories of my mother’s lumpy cream of wheat that we were forced to gag down.
    St. Francis looks like he’s about to smack Edsel on the nose.
    The hutch turned out great. The handles are in an unusual spot. Sort of quirky. I like quirky. Plus I like saying that word.

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  16. Ok I first have to say, this is the first time I ever “mouse hovered” over your photos and it cracked me up just to read the names you gave your photos! Like teateateateateatea – wouldn’t one tea suffice? Who’s known for overkill? is it June?
    Plus also too – I LOVE your hutch, especially now that it is while. It is very unique and loverly! Good job on the painting.

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  17. The hutch is SOOO much nicer white! LOVE!
    I promise to send that damn friendship bird back to you. Maybe it can live in the new birdhouse?
    Also – love the St Francis statue. I have a little cherub that is holding bunnies in my garden (my momma gave it to me) and it has been “christened” many a time by our dogs. They ain’t afraid of no statue!

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  18. June, you don’t live in Japan, how’re you going to get your daily doses of gamma rays? Huh?
    Check yer email. It’s really special. Aunt Kathy laughed out loud as she read the article.

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  19. Love the white hutch. I sold many a 1950’s hutch in my day, they were all the original finish and definitely did not look as cute as your hutch painted white though. Did someone modify your hutch, take out the right hand drawers and put in a shelf? I love that idea. And the pretty glassware at the bottom is nice; the orange carnival (if it’s carnival) is especially pretty.
    I had a seasonal antique shop in my barn for several years but I did carry a few new, quirky items. One item was a three foot long fake fish. I bought this fish to use as the main centerpiece for the front entrance display for my very first day of business at my Open House. I had just unpacked this weird-looking fish and set it in the display at the entrance of the barn literally just a minute or two before the grand opening. Moments later, someone let my beagle out of the house to go potty. That dog immediately walked right out to the barn, jockeyed his big butt clear up on TOP of that fish and took a big dump. Customers were walking in as I was quickly trying to scoop up poop and clean off my fish. The fish did not sell that day and as you can imagine, each day brought a minimum of one to two dumps on it. For some reason, the dog did not like that fish. I finally got smart after a week and moved the fish to an indoor display.

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  20. Amish Annie, did anyone ever buy the poop fish?
    Love the hutch in all its cheery whiteness. I have the same tea kettle in rev it up red.
    Love St. Francis, too. Everyone should have a St. Francis. And he’s definitely telling Edsel to talk to the hand.
    We have a large rock in our back yard and every single day the Moron Twins go out there and start sniffing around it like it’s the first time, they’ve ever sniffed it and then for some mystifying reason, they both jump away from it and commence to barking. At a rock. The only thing we can think of is it does resemble the snapping turtles that are abundant around these parts. But still. My daughter had a good time the other day chasing them around with the rock.
    I also wanted to let you know I’ve read two good books this week. (It’s amazing what happens when you take a blog break.) The Good Sister and The Other Life, both page turners.

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  21. Paint the bird house? NO! Do you want the bluebirds to get retarded baby birdies because of the paint fumes? Picture them laying square eggs….what a pain in the ass! Imagine the birdies hatch out pink and sing Britney songs the whole day….oy. (ya, i know…you’d love the pink part)
    But you could take Uncle Bill’s microwave and put it up in a tree, the modern bird prefers houses with filament heating. Maybe it comes with a remote control, you could have mixed bird roast whenever you want…

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  22. When I was unemployed back in ’98, I suddenly started spending money like it was water. A new antique Welsh cupboard, antique pub table and finally a new car. The husband begged me to go look for a job after the new car…said he could not afford for me to be out of work and have time to actually shop. I think that is what scares him about me wanting to retire.
    Beautiful job on the hutch! If you need something else to paint just let me know.

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  23. I think ole Frank looks like he is doing the whole ‘snatch the pebble from my hand grasshopper’ and I think Edsel is thinking he looks like a fire hydrant with a face.
    Love, love, love the H. Makes me convinced to paint my new sewing cabinet without taking a poll and all because I am decisive like that. Or not. Dang I can’t make up my mind!

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  24. Like OJ, I have a beautiful cranberry red tea kettle. I love my kettle.
    Your hutch is gorgeous as is your collection of vintage china and glassware. I am all about the old and vintage collectable stuff.
    Poor little Edsel, he doesn’t know that St. Francis is there to protect him.
    I know you have a million other things on the priority list, but think about the book club soon. I just finished the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo series and am ready to start something new and fun.
    p.s. Hulk, you are such a great dad. I am proud to internet-know you!

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  25. Anita, June and Pal have had this conversation a few times. Pal has been meaning to send the friendship bird to June, but Pal’s dog is sick and also the fu*king bird weighs a ton.
    Right?
    Hutch looks wonderful!

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  26. Joanie (and Spotte who tried to help with the painting last time - why mom not like feetprints on floors?) says:

    VERY wonderful hutch – much better looking in white (and I’m one of those “you’re going to paint the wood?” people)

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  27. Sadie says June had a successful shopping day with Other June. I'm spending the day filling up bags towards my goal of 40 while housecleaning for company. says:

    7. Love the painted hutch and dining room. With your new talent, you can paint furniture for us during your road trip. You can also pick up the friendship bird from Pal or she can bring it to you at Hulkapalooza.
    Z. Agree about NOT painting the birdhouse if you want birds to live in it. We put up a bluebird house for the first time and all we have had so far are lookers. They came to the open house, but no offers. We’ll either have to drop the price or throw in worms and bugs as an incentive.
    19. Your cheerful yellow teapot makes me want to use it to make a cup of tea.
    B. Edsel looks like he is asking for a blessing from St. Francis.
    1. Kelly made me SNORT with her “Back off! I know karate!” comment.

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  28. Sadie says June had a successful shopping day with Other June. I'm spending the day filling up bags towards my goal of 40 while housecleaning for company. says:

    7. Love the painted hutch and dining room. With your new talent, you can paint furniture for us during your road trip. You can also pick up the friendship bird from Pal or she can bring it to you at Hulkapalooza.
    Z. Agree about NOT painting the birdhouse if you want birds to live in it. We put up a bluebird house for the first time and all we have had so far are lookers. They came to the open house, but no offers. We’ll either have to drop the price or throw in worms and bugs as an incentive.
    19. Your cheerful yellow teapot makes me want to use it to make a cup of tea.
    B. Edsel looks like he is asking for a blessing from St. Francis.
    1. Kelly made me SNORT with her “Back off! I know karate!” comment.

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  29. Sadie says June had a successful shopping day with Other June. I'm spending the day filling up bags towards my goal of 40 while housecleaning for company. says:

    7. Love the painted hutch and dining room. With your new talent, you can paint furniture for us during your road trip. You can also pick up the friendship bird from Pal or she can bring it to you at Hulkapalooza.
    Z. Agree about NOT painting the birdhouse if you want birds to live in it. We put up a bluebird house for the first time and all we have had so far are lookers. They came to the open house, but no offers. We’ll either have to drop the price or throw in worms and bugs as an incentive.
    19. Your cheerful yellow teapot makes me want to use it to make a cup of tea.
    B. Edsel looks like he is asking for a blessing from St. Francis.
    1. Kelly made me SNORT with her “Back off! I know karate!” comment.

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  30. Could someone PU-LEEEZE go out and get June a f**king friendship bird? Where’s neighbor Peg when you need her?!
    OJ, poop fish hung out a long time in the barn before it was finally purchased by my parents. They used it in their water garden where it was never to be pooped on again.

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  31. 1. The hutch is beautiful either way, but the white looks perfect against the new dark walls.
    2. The “Does everything named Francis horrify Edsel?” line KILLED me.
    Third. I love the yellow tea kettle. If I didn’t have a moo cow kettle my mom gave me, I’d be out shopping for that exact one. Yellow…perfect color.

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  32. You all want to know the REAL story behind the EFFING friendship EFFING bird? Here is the REAL scoop:
    My wonderful pal JUNE here decided for Christmas that she’d be all clever and funny-like and send me this EFFING present that has plagued my soul!! She even called ahead and warned me that she had just sent me the world’s most annoying gift.
    She was right.
    SOOOO, I get the gift and a card from our dear June which was inscribed with something like Happy Effing Christmas! because she’s all sentimental-like.
    I opened the gift.
    F*CK.
    It’s a pair of little rock (they’re heavy) bird statues. On the insert it informs me that I am to keep ONE of these EFFING birds and then I’m supposed to SEND the other bird back to the person who gave me them to me.
    Great.
    I have nothing else in the ENTIRE world to do than pack up the EFFING bird and then drive to the post office and wait in line forever and then send the said EFFING bird to June.
    My husband suggests I send BOTH birds to her so she has to send me one back!
    Anyway, I’ve been trying to think of some clever thing to do with the EFFING bird when I send it back to June, but I am incapable of being clever because of all the crap that’s happened with my dog and other crap that’s been going on here.
    So, June’s undies are all in a knot now over the bird (not really – we jest!), but I must say the comment from her above is definitely the – ummm – angriest one I’ve heard from her thus far!
    Jooooon! I will send the bird. I promise.
    THAT, dear faithful BBP readers, is the story of the effing bird.

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  33. That hutch looks fantastic. I bet you could do a great job on the birdhouse too. Will it be…white? If you have an extra hutch handle, that would be perfect as a little perch, too.
    I think your hypothesis is correct, that Edsel is afraid because his nemesis statue is named after his nemesis feline.

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  34. If I put that statue in my garden, my German shepherd Finn would tromp right over and lift his leg on it. He so enjoys doing that on my china cabinet.
    The hutch was a crutch but it’s such a nice hutch, i hope you enjoy it much.
    Ok. I am done.

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  35. The very first time my dog (Ezra Pound, because, you know, I got him at the… SHUT UP it’s funny) ran off, I found him in the neighbor’s yard pooping in front of a statue of St. Francis.

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  36. My mother had a hutch just like that in blonde wood. Also too, she had the matching dining table and chairs. Woo-hoo! Love the St. Francis statue. I should get one for my dogs, no?

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  37. I’m pretty sure you’re all spelling it wrong. I think the accepted BBP spelling is FU*CK. Other parts of speech:
    FU*CKING
    FU*CKER
    FU*CKED
    FU*CKWAD
    This PSA brought to you by St. Francis and his homeboy, St. Jude.

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  38. Pal, you could send the bird(s) to June COD.
    Love the hutch. Those handles are perfect for the new look. The light on your glassware looks so pretty.
    Don’t paint the bird house, allow it to weather naturally and blend in with the trees. Also, after the birds build a nest and have raised their young, you will need to clean out the old nest. Most birds won’t use an old nest.
    Uncle Bill’s comment about the microwave cracked me up.

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  39. Lisa? Remember? It’s all Lent and all, so lots of folks here are trying to go a looooooog time without, you know, cursing or anything. Hadn’t you noticed how, except for JUNE of course, the f-word had nearly dropped off the page? I’m sure you were here to enjoy Furry’s fish substitutions, and “He’s such a bass hat!” Of course you were.

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  40. PJ. You are correct. My apologies.
    For Lent this year I have given up paying attention. To anything. It’s been rather freeing and I’ve found it has rarely caused me any problems. Except when I was talking to my mother the other day and she said “your uncle said he buys his at Walmart. Where do you buy yours?” And I had NO IDEA what she was talking about. That was touch and go. Luckily she also pays no attention, even to herself. So I changed the subject and she never noticed.
    So for all of you abstainers, it’s “PLUCK WAD”, “I’M PLUCKED” or “PLUCK YOU!”.
    And June I also have an extra microwave. I’ll ship it to you. In fact, I will send you two and you will then have to ship one back to me. We will call them “friendship microwaves”. A new trend!

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  41. Friendship microwaves! And I can see Ima have to write a whole post saying EVERYONE STOP TRYING TO SEND ME MICROWAVES. I do not have on on purpose. And see, I wanted to send her the friendship bird in its original pretty packaging. Really it would have been a gift that made sense had you lived in the same damn city as your recipient.

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  42. Microwave story!! Ok, so my parents died rather suddenly and within twelve days of each other and I’m an only child and … GEEEZ, let’s move on to the cheery/funny part of this story, what a downer.
    My husband and kids and I cleaned out my parents’ house (into which we subsequently MOVED) and that could be a book unto itself, the stuff we found. Very organized hoarders, let’s say. As in every canceled check and every pay stub since the late 1940s in chroneffinlogical order.
    Again, back to the microwave story. We called Good Will or the Salvation Army, I don’t remember, to come and pick up a bunch of stuff, including the microwave. This had to be at least three months after my parents died. As the guy is toting the microwave out of the house to the truck, my daughter heard a clanking sound coming from it. So she stopped the guy, opened the microwave and found a stick of butter on a plate!!
    Did I mention my mother died VERY suddenly? Not because of anything the microwave, or the stick of butter, did.

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  43. Microwave story!! Ok, so my parents died rather suddenly and within twelve days of each other and I’m an only child and … GEEEZ, let’s move on to the cheery/funny part of this story, what a downer.
    My husband and kids and I cleaned out my parents’ house (into which we subsequently MOVED) and that could be a book unto itself, the stuff we found. Very organized hoarders, let’s say. As in every canceled check and every pay stub since the late 1940s in chroneffinlogical order.
    Again, back to the microwave story. We called Good Will or the Salvation Army, I don’t remember, to come and pick up a bunch of stuff, including the microwave. This had to be at least three months after my parents died. As the guy is toting the microwave out of the house to the truck, my daughter heard a clanking sound coming from it. So she stopped the guy, opened the microwave and found a stick of butter on a plate!!
    Did I mention my mother died VERY suddenly? Not because of anything the microwave, or the stick of butter, did.

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  44. Microwave story!! Ok, so my parents died rather suddenly and within twelve days of each other and I’m an only child and … GEEEZ, let’s move on to the cheery/funny part of this story, what a downer.
    My husband and kids and I cleaned out my parents’ house (into which we subsequently MOVED) and that could be a book unto itself, the stuff we found. Very organized hoarders, let’s say. As in every canceled check and every pay stub since the late 1940s in chroneffinlogical order.
    Again, back to the microwave story. We called Good Will or the Salvation Army, I don’t remember, to come and pick up a bunch of stuff, including the microwave. This had to be at least three months after my parents died. As the guy is toting the microwave out of the house to the truck, my daughter heard a clanking sound coming from it. So she stopped the guy, opened the microwave and found a stick of butter on a plate!!
    Did I mention my mother died VERY suddenly? Not because of anything the microwave, or the stick of butter, did.

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  45. The hutch looks very classy painted white.
    I’m all for the shopping therapy. It can get you through some tough times!
    I’ve got no statues in my yard to frighten animals or tempt them to poop, but we once had a dog who would take off as soon as you said the word tick. He hated having them picked off him. If you even looked at him thinking “Is that a tick on Roscoe?” he’d take off.
    The butter in the microwave is funny Paula H&B! That usually happens here on holidays…after the meal is over we find the vegetables in the microwave.
    I’ve got an extra microwave that I can…oh…never mind!

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  46. It’s Sunday. Lent doesn’t count on Sunday (that’s why it’s longer than 40 days… since Sundays aren’t counted in the total). So feel free to cuss it up today! h

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  47. Well, if you did not NOT have a microwave on purpose, then would you say you did not have a microwave by accident? And how would one accidentally not have a microwave? You walk in to your kitchen one day and realize you accidentally forgot to get one? Could you then by the same token also HAVE a microwave accidentally? Like when we all start sending you old microwaves – everyone has one or seven in their garage, don’t they? We have an original Amana Radarange. It weighs something like 300 lbs and is larger than a Honda. That’s gonna cost a bundle when you ship it back as a sign of friendship! Just take the butter dish out first.
    June. Accidental acquirer of microwaves.

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  48. Bluebirds might be fussy about nesting, but geez, dh hung two watering pots on one of those plant hanger poles as a storage place over the winter. In one of them, he stuck a plastic cup that had held a seedling. Now there is a nest all up in the watering can that has the cup in it, it looks like a wad of autumn leaves, but it is a nest. It hangs about eye level for dh, and he said when he walks by, sometimes a startled bird will fly out and almost collide with his head. Not a blue bird, can’t remember what kind. The kind that likes to make nests in potted plants, too – we have them every year. Always comical when the dog starts sniffing the plant and the bird flies out right in her face. I like birds, but I like them at more of a distance. Otherwise I feel too responsible.

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  49. Furry, I was wondering the same thing! June’s h-word looks like it sort of coordinates with my mother’s stuff … that I think you called “mid-century antique.” (I have totally stolen that phrase, by the way, as it sounds nicer than what I was calling it.) I took the glass sliders off of mine and took the backing off the shelves. I was toying with painting our stuff but, like you said, TEAK?
    I have two antique-y side tables that are mahogany/cherry (I have no idea) that I am considering facelifting with some paint. Well, *I* wouldn’t paint them, but you know.

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  50. Furry, I was wondering the same thing! June’s h-word looks like it sort of coordinates with my mother’s stuff … that I think you called “mid-century antique.” (I have totally stolen that phrase, by the way, as it sounds nicer than what I was calling it.) I took the glass sliders off of mine and took the backing off the shelves. I was toying with painting our stuff but, like you said, TEAK?
    I have two antique-y side tables that are mahogany/cherry (I have no idea) that I am considering facelifting with some paint. Well, *I* wouldn’t paint them, but you know.

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  51. Furry, I was wondering the same thing! June’s h-word looks like it sort of coordinates with my mother’s stuff … that I think you called “mid-century antique.” (I have totally stolen that phrase, by the way, as it sounds nicer than what I was calling it.) I took the glass sliders off of mine and took the backing off the shelves. I was toying with painting our stuff but, like you said, TEAK?
    I have two antique-y side tables that are mahogany/cherry (I have no idea) that I am considering facelifting with some paint. Well, *I* wouldn’t paint them, but you know.

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  52. loud live music playing. I couldn’t hear myself think much less the person across from me talking, however, it was a good atmosphere, nice and chill. My kind of place, and the fact that it wasn’t an irish bar made it even better since it wasn’t throughly packed to it’s full capacity. Around 11:30 we ended up at Zach’s apartment where we actually talked to our group and swigged out of Vodka and Whiskey bottles, at this point I was officially enjoying the holiday since I was inebriated. Around 1:30 I found myself across from ToDD in an IHOP restruant dutifully shoving my face with yummy thick pancakes, and arguing for the sake of

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