But that's not where the story begins.
We got hitched last August, and we wanted a place for us and all of our stuff to call home. A few months earlier, we found out that a friend of a friend had a house that might just be perfect. The only problem was that people were living in it.
Oh another problem was that those people didn't care much for paying rent... or cleaning. There's really no nice way to put it. The house was dirty and smelly. But the Dirtys finally moved out. However, the Dirtys did not take their housemates, the fleas, with them.
At that time, I knew very little about fleas. I learned the little things are terrors. And they're sneaky. You can't kill'em. You can't hear'em and sometimes you can't even see'em.
The pest professionals came eight times and did whatever it is they do. We were worried that the fleas were going to be permanent house guests. But they finally surrendered, and the little, yellow house was ready for new inhabitants. Well, not quite ready. It was still dirty. So we entered, armed with scrub brushes and paint brushes. We tore things out, put new things in, and tried to ignore the tiny bite marks on the window sills.
Did I mention that the Dirtys had quite interesting paint selections?
Break out the shades. That is step-right-into-the-sun yellow on the cupboards, walls, and the ceiling.
It's amazing what paint can do. (and new countertop, flooring, lights, and sink)
When the work was done, we moved our stuff in and put it all in its place. My dog, Bo, joined us. And soon after, the cat, Eugene, took up residence in the barn. Over the months, we've discovered some one-of-a-kind attributes here in the little house, such as: the sink monster, the missing drawer in the kitchen, and the shelves in the bathroom that gave my mom nightmares. I'm thankful for our little house on the dirt road. We've made it our own and
we love it here.
