Mental Junk

Clearing walls for painting I found another scratch made by old friends.

I love this house!

Our fridge cooked itself yesterday.
An internal fan or other component has self destructed and has spiced everything inside with a nice burnt rubber.
When Nate smelled it he said it smells like candles. Kinda cool observation. I’m inclined to find the damage and fix it but it is under warranty and we are on their schedule to get it fixed.
Oh well. That’s life.

Since having young kids around I’ve begun to notice I don’t question my surroundings much anymore.

The toilet paper roll holder just disappeared about a week ago. I never even questioned its whereabouts. I’ve learned that doing so often leads to blinding white pain in my temples so I’ve become a little less inquisitive in such matters.
I’ve begun to live like I imagine one would with a ghost.  What? The vacuum hose is missing? Okay- I’ll do the carpet later. A day later-  after I trip over it getting the dog food-  oh hey! It’s back! I guess I’ll clean the carpet now.
I think I’ll get worried when the dog disappears, I kinda like her. Oh… and the toilet paper spring holder? It appeared in the box of Q-Tips.