Our new lamps (SOL18 #16)

My husband doesn't like to spend money on things that I like to spend money on. I love to buy things for the house in the hopes of making it a warm and inviting space. Phil, on the other hand, would prefer to buy power tools and parts for his car or dirt bike. Sometimes, I do get my way though. And sometimes when I get my way, he will find a way to make me regret it. 

Enter our brand new nightstand lamps. 

I had been looking for a set of new lamps to go on our recently purchased night stands. The overhead lights just were not working for us anymore and I thought a pair of lamps would work perfectly and make the room look more put together. 

On a Sunday we were walking around Costco when I spotted them. A matching set of table lamps that went with our space and were a reasonable price. An added bonus... they turn on by just tapping the base of the lamp. "These are the ones." 

"Do we really need them? Maybe we could find something better somewhere else." Of course he had objections. 

Nope. He wasn't getting out of this one. 

I won.

The first day was great. We brought them home and they looked perfect. The tapping function was awesome and I was on cloud nine. Fast forward to day 2. We got home from work to see that one of the lights was on. Did the dog do it? No way. Instead of assuming something crazy like our dog turning on lights while we were at work, I decided to just chalk it up to a power surge or something. 

Then it happened again. This time in the middle of the night...

Click! 

Phil's light turned on. He turned it off, and not even 5 minutes later it turned back on. 

"Wow, Katie. These are great lights." 

The saga continues...

My mysterious cleaner (SOL18 #2)

As I pulled into the driveway I took one last long sip from my iced coffee. I stopped for one on the way home knowing that I was already tired and didn't feel like tackling the list of tasks I had when I got home. I took a deep breath, sighed, and got out of the car. I knew the instant that I lugged my things into the house that I would be swamped with things to do. 

I turned the key in the door and my furry friend jumped up and down elated to see me. She stopped and and stared at her leash. "Not today missy." She sighed. (Really, she sighed) Then she walked to the patio door content with going outside but still peeved that I didn't take a hint about the walk she truly wanted. 

I turned and went to attack the upstairs. With a house full of people expected in less than 24 hours, I knew I had a whole lot to do, but not a lot of time to do it. That's when I saw it. The bed, which was unmade when I left so early this morning was pristinely in order. The room was straightened up with my childhood teddy bear in the middle of the bed smiling at me. 

I smiled, then turned toward the bathroom which was second on my list to clean. I opened the door and to my surprise it had already been done as well. Instantly my level of stress decreased and I picked up my phone to give the mysterious cleaner a call. 

"What?! The place was a mess when I left too. Maiden (the dog) must have cleaned up while we were at work." 

Yep. That must be it. I'm one lucky girl.