Hector Him’s House

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Describe your dream house.

It can be a shack in a shanty town or a palace in Palestine; I really don’t care.  I have only one requirement: no clutter.

For new readers who don’t know my back story, the Hub was a pack rat in a previous life.  I’ll include some links for you to read as evidence. 

The Hub hasn’t yet made the connection that no clutter = no nagging.  When he does, I think my marriage might end up surviving past twenty-seven years after all.

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• A Bargain Is Only A Bargain If Your Wife Is Still Speaking To You
• Light 
• Clutter
• Declutter

Is It Monday?

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I’m sorry I didn’t get to your blogs yesterday; even with the decorating I expected to be able to read them before bed.

The day turned out to be rather full:

• Morning: church
• Afternoon: wallpaper
• Late Afternoon: migraine

That caught me by surprise, and was most inconvenient.  I was in bed before seven last night, having taken two Migraleve (the wonder pill!) and I slept until seven this morning.

The migraine has been reduced to a dull ache to match the aching back from being in bed so long; but I’m rather foggy this morning.  I wrote a one-minute piku about migraines for my other blog, and realised after I’d published it that I’d made a new page, not a new post.

For a while, I thought today was Tuesday.  Just going to feed the dog.  Dogs.  It’s not raining, anyway.

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Postscript: I previewed this one to make sure I’d used ‘Add a new post’ and not ‘Add a new page’ this time.  I had used the correct wink/lidget thing…in my other blog.  Had to c+p it over here.

I’d better not comment anywhere until the fog clears; who knows what offence I might accidentally cause?

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Joke 123

The teacher asked the second-graders, “There were a dozen sheep and six of them jumped over a fence. How many would be left?”

“None,” answered little Norman.  “None?  Norman, you don’t know your arithmetic.”

“Teacher, you don’t know your sheep.  When one goes, they all go!”