Last night, on the way home from knitting, I stopped at the drugstore for something to control this cough until I see my GP on Thursday.
While I was waiting in line, the cashier asked if anybody had a penny. I did, and put it on the counter. The customer didn’t even say Thank You, and as she left the store, she was making that thunk, thunk, thunk noise folks make when they are tapping down a pack of doom tubes.
“Did I just give that child money to buy cigarettes?” The cashier nodded. “I want my money back!” The man behind me chuckled and slipped a coin into my hand. “Don’t blame you one bit, ma’am.”
The kitchen saga continues. The Squire says he wants to get it finished “before one or the other of us dies”. He took very careful measurements and then found he’d made the drawer too deep, because there is a brace in the back corner, and too wide because the rollers need one-half inch on each side. Naturally, he did not make both of these discoveries at the same time. We wanted to have the door between the kitchen and “back room” (we don’t have a basement) to open into the backroom with the hinges on the left. No can do, as the door would bang into freezer handle. Well, I’m not hard to please, so we’ll just swing it the other way. As The Squire was inserting the screws, I asked him if the hinges needed to be countersunk. Nah.
Yup.
I was thinking that maybe I would just hang valances at the windows, instead of both valences and café curtains, but realized the curtains hide a large bullet hole in the storm panel.
When you buy a house, ask if your neighbors belong to the NRA.
thisendoftheswamp 
You know what you can do it to make the valance and curtains attached then you only have one rod to hang. Then, of course, you could go all redneck and hide the hole with a sign that says, “My dog has a gun and reuses to take his medicine.”
Now, that’s a thought. You’d think with over 100 acres of woods behind us, they could find another direction in which to do their target practice.
Oh garsh–I do like Peg’s sign suggestion!