So I was working and I kept hearing this incredibly loud stomping like there’s a Frankenstein upstairs and Victor is out of town so it had to be Hailey so I called her and was like, “What are you doing? Clogging? Stomping spiders? Because it’s incredibly loud” and she was like, “I’m in bed reading” and obviously she was lying and was ashamed of clogging (because frankly, it was really not great) so I was like, “Ok, whatever” but then 30 seconds later it started again so I went upstairs to catch her in the act but she was totally in bed and she was all, “What are you stomping on out there?” and I was like, “Dude. We’re haunted.” So I started recording on my phone as we tiptoed around the house following the sounds of the footsteps and suddenly there were creepy mumbled voices and so Hailey picked up a vase and held it menacingly over her head because I guess she doesn’t understand how ghosts work and then I stuck my head out of the window and turns out there were a bunch of dudes on the roof so I told Hailey, “There are dudes on the roof?” and she was like, “Ghost dudes?” and that’s when I realized I really needed to expose her to more horror films because obviously I’ve failed as a mother. Also, turns out Victor just forgot to tell me that he’d scheduled people to check for roof damage while he was out of town and honestly, I’m relieved to know what it was but also just a little bit disappointed.
MY INSTAGRAMOh hi. Are you working? Don’t mind me. I’ll just lay here and waste away from lack of attention. It’s fine.Every week I do a quick video sweep for my own records of where we are in construction at @nowherebookshop. This one is my favorite because Hailey was singing to herself as she walked through. I don’t even think she realizes how often she sings to herself but it’s one of my greatest joys to hear her...especially when it’s a song I sang her when she was little. It made me feel peaceful even when this process can be so terrifying. I thought I’d share.Trying to touch up Terry Scratchett without losing it’s shabby-fabulousness. It’s hard to know when to stop.