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My husband and I had a spat the other day – not the kind that warrants law enforcement involvement, but a spat nonetheless.
I needed some space of my own, so I walked over to my neighbor’s house and asked to purchase their daughter’s dollhouse since she had outgrown the toy a few days earlier.
I offered to buy it at a price well above what I’m sure their asking price would have been had they thought about selling it themselves.
The deal went down in their front yard, and I walked away with a three-bedroom, two-bath home with a wraparound porch. The home included a Barbie that was missing its head, one arm and a flip-flop, but I didn’t ask any questions as I really wanted that house.
I was thrilled to have a new place, although small, that I could do what I wanted with.
I happily refurnished each of the rooms in the two-story wooden structure and began fantasizing about how I would decorate my new abode.
After a fresh coat of paint, I added a few small throw rugs, which have always been a trip hazard for my husband. I then hung some small pictures on the walls and pretended to take a bath in my new tub.
It’s quite enjoyable to pretend you live in a tiny home you can change around with no trouble, expense nor plumbing issues.
I moved a refrigerator, oven and set of cabinets without having to hire anyone or pull a groin muscle doing it myself. When I
get tired of how the place looks, I change things around.
I got lost in fantasies about my new place and had so much fun that hours had passed me by. I was yanked back in to reality by a voice asking me, “What’s for dinner?”
My new home came with a two-car garage, so the next day I went to one of the big stores in town that sells cars next to the sporting goods aisle but, apparently, they’re moving things around, too, as it took me a while to find my new car. When I did, I think I ended up finding it with art supplies or cat food, not really sure.
They just happened to have one of those new style Jeeps I’ve been wanting in stock. I was out the door with my new vehicle for seven bucks without having to pay tag and registration fees, which is OK since I see some regular vehicles in town that don’t have license plates on them, so I guess it’s fine. I ran home and placed it in my new garage with a perfect fit.
Spending time in my new and tiny world is wonderful, and hubby and I have since made up forgoing our issues. We’re working together on re-shingling the roof of the tiny edition to our real abode.
Yesterday, I purchased a small male counterpart to my female resident, as living and imagining by one’s self can be lonely.
Now I find him engrossed in moving and putting things in different places within the dollhouse against where I would like things to go, which was what our argument was about in the first place. I decided that it’s OK since he managed to find a tiny little bag of Cheetos somewhere for my little kitchen, so now I’m so happy.
I found a to-scale male figure in a thrift store that looks way too much like Uncle Vinny. No way is that dork allowed to enter my imaginary life of bliss – not even for 50 cents.
I hid him under a large box of pet supplies and garden materials in the back part of the store.
Just to be sure, I asked my husband to put locks on all the doors of the newest little house, just in case. He’s working on the project now.
Anngee Quinones-Belian lives in Murphy. She loves humor and believes the world needs more of it. Email her at anngeeq@gmail.com.