My blog friend Riana is coming to visit all the way from France's lovely southern shores. And you wonder why is this big news? Well, I gotta say I seldom have visitors and yes I'm going to mention the house again. I know everyone is tired of hearing me complain about the house, but that's the sole reason I've had no visitors since last May. None! It just is not normal.
I grilled Riana and made sure that she was aware that there wasn't much in the ways of a real honest shower and that the bathroom was a little dodgy and she told me that she was fine with that and typed off something about "we *heart* camping!" and so I figured that as long as she isn't a stalker we were destined to be friends for life just based on that statement alone.
Maybe she's used to four star camping. It actually exists you know.
The shower is much better. This weekend I was courageous and painted the vintage harvest gold sunburst vinyl covering its massive interior a sane and pleasant white. I carefully found and glued back together as best I could the broken tile pieces, cracked from the freezing cold no doubt, and I even tried in vain to tack back up the portion of vinyl that Seb tried to rip down when he got the urge to pick at the wall six months ago. Dammit how many times do I have to say, no picking honey! When will he learn that you tear something OUT when you're ready to put the new something IN. He won't learn. I've learned that much.
Anyway, back to gossiping about Riana, which we can do because she's on the road driving here with her hubs, Benji. Riana has really good taste and she's a fabulous cook with a really fun cooking blog where she makes things like this and this so it should be an interesting visit. She also does really gorgeous house projects like this and this as if it were child's play, which make me unsure if I really will be brave enough to answer the door when she comes to visit. Maybe I'll just hide behind the partially stripped kitchen cupboards and wait until she leaves! I'm feeling insecure especially after the sink incident (coming up...read on...). I'm eager to see a friendly face though and I think she promised to bring some magazines in English and some super sensitive hpt's, so loneliness and greed are sure to win out over pride as I run to open the door with a huge grin on my face.
Okay the sink incident. It's pretty funny actually, as in dark humor funny. As I ran around sprucing up the house over the weekend for my visitors, I kept demanding that Seb fix the damn wires cavorting all over the w.c. from his installation of the world's ugliest light fixture a few long months ago. I hate the light anyway and the wires he connected are sticking out so far I feel like I'm going to get strangled each night just going for my pees; strangled or electrocuted. Well he fixed the wires alright, but he laid a heavy tool in the tiny bathroom wall sink or something, we aren't too clear about it all because he's not big on details, and so crash! the sink fell to the floor with a mighty thud and a huge part of it cracked and completely broke off and disintegrated into little, dusty porcelain particles. There was lots of swearing and he took several minutes of running out to his tool room and back, inspecting and swearing and then going back again. He kind of pieced it all back somehow and stuck it back to the wall. I have no idea how he did this either. The faucet is all droopy and it just looks like we are the biggest rednecks on this side of France which is definitely saying a lot if you've ever driven through the countryside in Haute-Savoie. We had to laugh. I finally did something about the hideous shower and the only bathroom sink we have in the whole house crashes to the floor. I guess we'll be washing up in the kitchen sink for a few weeks like the old days. Yeah, so welcome to my little campground Riana.
Oh by the way... we got the initial okay for our loan. Alleluia!! An actual bathroom is perhaps just round the bend waiting for me to bask in that tub with the goosehead faucet...*kissing bank manager's stinky, sweaty Friday 4:15 feet...smooch smooch*
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Have a great time!
How fun for you both! I've seen her site, she does this and that so great...but by judging by your site, I so bet you do too!!! Just the recent cat blogging, shows me that you have a great fireplace, no?? I can't wait to hopefully see pictures of your visit, but to definately hear about it! Have a blast!!!
ps. i love riana's wedding pictures and her story of how she met her husband in las vegas..i'm sure they will be a hoot!
Oh you guys will have fun...I'd also run and swamp anyone who came to visit...its so lonely at times. Enjoy!! And don't worry about the way things look - bet she won't be bothered one bit.
No kidding, y'all are welcome in Bretagne anytime. I'm so jealous of all the Paris bloggers who get to meet up whenever they feel like it!
Hey hey hey!!!
Are we planning a meeting here on this blog with Miss Chris??? Count me in!!
Aren't you lucky to have a friend coming over!! The bathroom is just a detail!
Are we planning a party?
Kim thank you. The fireplace is our best asset at the moment. We love that thing so much I think we'll be making fires all summer long!
*lol* Corey. I really do think it would be fun to do a blogger meetup, but everyone has a different schedule and everyone is so spread out! I think we'll have to make a list here soon and see if we can do something on semi-neutral territory this Summer.
Sounds like you have a nice friend there. I am not one to dress up either, and that does ring true for me. Jeans and a t-shirt (or in the case of living in France a sweatshirt) and that's it! I only where a dress or skirt if I absolutely have to...like for weddings and such.
Sorry about your sink! I actually broke our sink back in Grenoble, and my husband was not too thrilled about it. When something like that happens, all the sorries in the world can't make the situation any better!
Oh...and congrats on the loan! Whoo hoo! =o)
How fun is that! Yes count me in!
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