Photo and text by: Corey Amaro
Running around the house like a chicken with her head cut off, that is what I am. Flapping my wings trying to get everything in order before French Husband and I head out to North Carolina (more about that later….)
While we are in the States some friends of ours are coming over to take care of the house. I decided to give the house a 'Big Clean'. And put all the brocante stuff we bought yesterday in my already bursting, looks like a bomb went off, office. My office, no I should say: "Space",is a danger zone … I will have to put a note on the door, ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK: Brocante Bug Germs Galore!
Anyway…
I cleaned the fridge. Drank the lost drops of wine, ate some cheese… you know what that means? I cleaned the fridge, one bite at a time.
Then mopped, tidied up the bathrooms, put scented candles here and there to make the house smell like a vanilla, cotton, honey, fig… maybe I got to many flavors going on?
As I was arranging the closet so our friends could have room to hang their clothes I smelled something not at all like vanilla-cotton-honey-fig… I dropped my coats to the floor and ran down to the second floor… just as my neighbor's cat jumped out the window, he had peed in our bedroom again! AGAIN!!!
"That cat and I are gonna have words…" I said to French Husband as he too was running around doing this, that and the other.. he laughed, "What are you gonna say? Meow meow?"
"Ha, don't laugh! Can't you smell it? The house sticks! If you keep smiling and siding with the bebe chat, I am gonna, I'm gonna…. I don't know what but I am gonna do, but I am gonna do something!"
"Bark?" He laughed at his own joke.
French Husband is on a roll these days…. I think the brocante bug has effected his brain.
God, what will happen to him when he sees Marburger?
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