Barbara at Teleportingweena went and nominated ME…yea, I know, I know…I can’t write fiction for crap….but she did it anyway. Oh wait. I didn’t say WHAT she nominated me for, did I?
Okay, okay..let me go look. Yes, I forgot what it was…it’s been a rough week.
Oh…well that makes sense……..it’s the “Tell a story Challenge“. No, I’d never heard of it either until Barb did this………let me find the person who
bonked her nominated her and you can check out the rules and stuff. I don;t have time.
The Rules: I’m to take the photo she chose to write something about it, then tag 3 others. Hummmmmmmmmm, okaay. the photo…..hang on.
Looking towards retirement in a few years, we were anxious to move to an acreage in the country. WE WERE BLIND. All we could see was open fields and a ‘blank canvas’ to paint our own picture. Being in a rural area, this house is heated with propane (everyone has their own tank in their yard). The day we took possession, we drove to our new acreage—it was SO cold in the house—the propane tank was empty! Tack on another $400!
We pulled up all the carpets and removed heat registers and cold air return registers to clean—found dead mice, baby bottles with solid-green stuff, a quarter pound of margarine, toys, phone book—but, alas, no money! How I wish there were money!
The first rain gave us a small lake right in the middle of the driveway! The second bedroom had one window pane made of a Gateway computer box—but, it was caulked so I figured it would work out for a while..after all window glass is expensive ya know!