Pennies from Heaven

Six years ago we started living in our boat from May-Oct.  Good ol' Marge the Barge is a beaut, but she is old and outdated and needs a lot of work.  To freshen her up a bit, and keep everything less overwhelming, we do a couple projects each year.   In an effort to be inspired for the next project, I found myself browsing Pinterest, a very dangerous game.  I advise against it.  You find wonderful creative things that look lovely and super easy.  Pure deceit.  Nevertheless, I got hooked on penny floors...oh my garsh they were so shiny.  (Here's a sneak peek at the ending so you can understand how someone could get hoodwinked into doing it) I reviewed the idea with the fam and we spent the next several weeks collecting pennies from drawers, streets, strangers, friends, family, and eventually had to get the bank to help.  It was so know the visualizing of the project is always so exciting.  Then it came to doing the thing... Well, the doing proved difficult.  Pain

Musings of The Lumberjack Lady

  The online review... It is my best friend and worst enemy.  The star rating is the difference between sleeping peacefully or waking fitfully all night long.  It is an indicator of my blood pressure, it is a mood crusher, and it is the last straw in a ginormous stack of hay.  Five stars will blow sunshine right out of my backside, and one will cause the angst of a never ending sliver.  If you are in the service industry, you know exactly what I'm talking about.  You feel me. Should a one star even be a star?  Aren't we sullying the good name of a star if, when it stands alone, it is the worst.  As a child one star was so exciting - it was everything, but now, now it is failure.  I think for the sake of stars we should change one star to a poo emoji...I mean that's how it feels.  Total poo💩.  I also think poo emoji's are funny because they're always smiling.  Really poo?  Smiling?  I digress. This weekend we didn't do great with one of our customers.  That cust