A Chinese Bump In The Road To My New Happy Life Filled With Sunshine And Palm Trees And Snakes And Alligators And Hurricanes

Here I was worrying about snakes and alligators when I should have been worrying about Chinese drywall. Did you all know about this? The home inspection is Wednesday and so Sami and I are going down to hover over the inspector and torture the real estate agent with endless questions and concerns. As one does.

I already feel like this house is mine – I don’t want to give it up just because of some corrosive fumes that damage all of the metal in the house and cause us to sneeze out blood. Not only have I decorated it all in my head, laid out  furniture parchment for each room and   filled a C: drive folder with links to the things I’m planning to buy, selected the pool type and pool company we’re going to be  using but I can visualize exactly how our first Christmas there is going to be. Every detail of it.

OVERBOARD MUCH, SUZETTE? It’s what makes me so lovable.

Anyway, assuming we don’t get delayed by a tropical depressing or hurricane and that the inspector verifies that Chinese drywall is not a factor, we’re a go for late October. And what, you might be wondering , is the very first thing I’m going to purchase? Hint: it’s something that I’ve rattled on and on about on this blog before. THAT REALLY NARROWS IT DOWN, DOESN’T IT?

Here’s my recollection and photographic evidence that my memory was correct:


Flash forward to modern times:



I know its not exactly the same but it is appealing to me and v graceful. I’m ready to ADD TO SHOPPING CART if only the drywall will cooperate.