Does That Ever Happen To You?

It all started with this...

I simply sat an oil painting up on the mantle

just to get it out of my way.

Then I decided I kind of liked it there,

so I left it and sat down to watch tv.

But I couldn't watch television because

the picture was talking to me.

It was telling me that the corner by the mantle

needed redecorating.

I hate it when home decor starts

talking to me.

Does that ever happen to you?

So I pulled myself away from my girls,

The Real Housewives of Atlanta,

and got busy.

Ahhhh!

A peaceful and relaxing corner now!

Some of you will recognize

my semi-famous Buddha.

He gets around!

See my little, antique mouse corkscrew?

Isn't he the cutest?

This little fellow was passed down to me

by one of my great aunts

who was a teetotaler.

I wonder why she needed a corkscrew?

Hmmmm.

Now I am wondering if some of my

ancestors had secret lives.

If only this little mouse could talk!

This wicker rocker belonged to my

great-grandmother on my father's side.

See the compartment in the chair arm?

That is where she kept her sewing.

Although my great-grandmother had many

grandchildren, my father was evidently her favorite.

He was the only one who got to sit in the chair

with her when she was sewing.

Her sewing supplies were in one chair arm

and my tiny father was on the other chair arm.

Isn't that a special memory?

After a long day of being ordered around

by home decor, Sweetie and I took

a break in front of a nice, roaring fire.

Does it get any better?

Yes, folks, the day started out

with an oil painting insisting that I redecorate,

and ended up with Sweetie

giving Lurch a night kiss.