Inside the Asylum
Most people, looking at Jane, would see a derelict farmhouse ready for the wrecking ball. Me, I see a diamond in the rough. Caked in mud dauber nests. Buried in blankets of dust. And some vermin waste. Loose boards. Spiders. Broken windowpanes. Covered with a layer of asphalt shingle siding. A full mile and a half from a bathroom. WHAT WAS I THINKING WHEN I AGREED TO THIS????? You see, I’m a city girl, always have been, always will be. I’m going to need a little good help. After the GWH and I agreed on the approach, I convinced him we needed some recruits. So meet the team:
First there is the Great White Hunter, my loving husband, our project manager.
Our Project Manager, aka Great White Hunter
Princess Jasmine!
Now, my beautiful daughter, who we’ll call Princess Jasmine.
Next, a hunter who also knows his way around a power tool, the Boyfriend, who we’ll refer to as “the Cherokee Kid”
Cherokee Kid
Mamaw, GWH’s mom, my mother-in-law, Princess Jasmine’s grandmother and our hostess the weekends we come up to work.
Our two furry helpers:
The Good Boy
and…
The Bad Girl
And finally, the star of my blog: Jane Doe!
natural state of insanity 