Thursday, August 25, 2011

build our parents' homes in the south of france

Owning your own home is and isn't all it's cracked up to be.

I mean, who would've thought I'd have to get dressed to make little e a bottle at 3 in the morning?!!  Our neighbor's balcony looks into our kitchen window and you just never know.  They spend an uncanny amount of time on their balcony.  Uncanny.

When I call for Jeffree, he can't always hear me.  He could be miles away, and how am I even supposed to know where to begin looking?  What if I need him to get me a tissue?  Now I know why people have intercom systems.  "Jeffree.  Paging Jeffree.  Jeff, you are needed in the family room.  Repeat: please report to the family room.  Also, please bring a tissue.  And some chocolate."

Every day I notice more things that need to be done.  And I can't just call the manager.  You mean I have to go without hot water until we fix it ourselves?  Get out!  I had to shower at my parent's house today.  Who knows when I'll be able to shower again.

Owning a home does have it's perks, though.

This morning, I put my makeup on while looking into a mirror bigger than my pinkie toe.  Uberamazing.

My dad works one block away.  Even an old woman like myself needs a lunch date with dad.  Especially my dad.

I can stand inside my closet.  (Exclamation point!)  That's right, my closet is even bigger than my mirror.

What more can a girl want?


  1. Ah, the joys of home ownership. Super big closet, but no hot water. Sort of like the joys of parenthood. Lots of lovely snuggles, but you can't go to the bathroom by yourself. Welcome to the club.

  2. You make me laugh. Boo about getting dressed in the middle of the night. I sometimes don't get dressed until after noon now-a-days. I love it.