Those 70ish Girls

So we decided to hang pictures today. We have done this eleven times now in our married life with very little drama. After trying two or three different places for the things we like best, and fighting for a great spot for our personal favorites, we usually agree on the best spots for everything and get to work measuring, leveling and hanging. Of course, now that we are tiny home minimalist, we should have been done by noon, right?

Wrong…

By noon, we had a gash in one of the walls and two of our favorite pictures had broken frames. We only got one picture hung.

Have you been watching television when the ads come on for the new picture hangers that stick to the wall and to the back of the picture, and…they saaaay… will never, ever damage your wall even if the picture is finally taken down ten or so years later? Have you watched as the confident lady pulls down on the sticky strip and it comes off without so much as a smudge on the wall? It’s lies…all lies!

We went to Lowes and bought the things in every size to accommodate every weight. They weren’t that easy to work with to begin with, but just when we thought everything looked beautious, CRASH!! To the floor they went. The frames in splinters. Well, two of them anyway. We tried one twice, but when that didn’t work, I told Kip I wasn’t willing to chance it again. I could just see us awake all night wondering if pictures in an unoccupied tiny home make a noise when they fall even if no one is in the forest, I mean in the tiny house to hear them.

Tomorrow we will be making a trip to Michael’s in Dallas or Tyler to get new frames or maybe have them frame them for us. The ones that splintered are old ones and they could use a little freshening up. But there are other places for money to go right now. The pit is deep and getting deeper.

I’m really doing a lot of fantasizing about the 1939 life insurance policy the bank in Murdo discovered in an old safe deposit box my parents abandoned years and years ago. I know my parents, and they never would have forgotten they had something of value, anywhere. I can still imagine several scenarios all of which end with MG being a rich girl, and Billy would be wealthy, too, of course.

I watched a show on HGTV last night. It was late, but I couldn’t sleep. It was about a couple who won $187 million dollars in the lottery. They were looking for a new house. They started with a self-determined budget of two million and ended up buying a mountain for five million. The whole thing overwhelmed me and made me nervous. Can you imagine all of the bad luck Kip and I could have in a place that cost us five million dollars?

No thanks!! I would rather be a minimalist living in a tiny home with tiny problems.