Remodeling defies the principles of modern commerce. You shell out great sums of money to people over whom you have no authority or power, yet these same people are constantly insinuating that you're cheap. (It reminded me of medicine, another area where you shell out great sums of money to people over whom you have no authority or power, who make you feel guilty for questioning a bill.) Construction workers are the blue-collar version of the snooty salespeople at Gucci who make $8 an hour but look down on you if you balk at a $400 alligator wallet.

One person's mess is merely another person's filing system.

I think bad taste should be a felony.

Remodeling is like pulling a loose thread on a cheap sweater - the job keeps unraveling.

I have never enjoyed an experience that begins at five A.M.

Remarriage is an excellent test of just how amicable your divorce was.

My husband says that I'm afraid of heights, but that's not true. What I'm afraid of is falling.