Brexit, domestic terrorism, regular terrorism, the brouhaha at Starbucks over secret formulas for colorful coffee drinks, and now this? Tiny houses? I'm glad i'll be dead soon. I will be dead too, right?

Brexit, domestic terrorism, regular terrorism, the brouhaha at Starbucks over secret formulas for colorful coffee drinks, and now this? Tiny houses? I’m glad I’ll be dead soon. I will be dead soon, right? Will my casket be at least as big as one of those tiny houses?

I’ve been thinking too much again.

This time, it’s about tiny houses.

They used to be called huts, shacks, cabins, campers, refrigerator boxes, or forts. But for marketing purposes and to get people to watch reality TV shows about people making critical life choices, these diminutive digs are now called tiny houses.

How many MPGs does your house get?

How many MPGs does your house get?

Like miniature booze bottles or ponies, these wee residences sound cute, right?

Downsizing in today’s unstable economy seems wise. Being able to hook up your home to your truck or Smart Car and haul it to a less hostile climate (political, geographical, or social) would be advantageous. And leaving a smaller footprint (or cinderblock print) on Mother Earth is always a good thing, right?

Sure, yeah, right…if we were living anywhere other than in America–land of the free and home of the bigger-is-better credo.

Need I say more?

Need I say more?

And this is why tiny houses make my head hurt. My counterintuition intuition is all kinds of confused. Plus, I bet more than a few tiny homeowners (that is to say the homes are tiny, not necessarily the owners) hit their heads while navigating in and out of their tiny homes.

So heads are hurting, People. Good thing I’m here to end the suffering.

And you thought this was the neighborhood children's playhouse.

And you thought this was the neighborhood children’s playhouse.

I first became aware of the Tiny Houses Craze (THC)–not to be confused with the inebriating substance in marijuana about which I swear I know nothing–while trapped in a hotel room with cable TV. I saw an episode of Tiny House Hunters (again, the houses were tiny; the hunters were medium-to-large sized). Like watching a sexy blonde sloppy-drunk slurring her heart out into the Karaoke mic to Madonna’s “Like a Virgin,” I had to keep watching the show. (Any similarities to myself during a particularly difficult period in my youth is purely coincidental.)

Hey, it could happen to anyone.

Hey, it could happen to anyone.

A very thin man (a farmer), his plump wife (stay-at-home mother and entrepreneur who needed a home office), their 3 children (all under the age of 5), and a 60-pound dog who looked like he shed a lot were looking for a place to live other than the basement of the husband’s parent’s house.

Getting the picture? Good.

At the beginning of the show, the realtor (who may also have had a self-storage business on the side), asked the couple about their “wish list” and goals. I’m working from my fallible memory here, but here’s what I think they said they needed in their new home:

  • independence from parents/in-laws
  • a separate bedroom for them (because 3 children might not be enough of a family for a farmer and part-time party-planner to support)
  • an open-concept floor plan (yes, they wanted that wide open, spacious feel for entertaining guests and keeping an eye on the kids because there are so many places to hide in these embryonic structures.
  • nothing bigger than 600 square feet because his truck couldn’t haul anything bigger and they wanted to take their home on vacations when they went on the mythical vacations they imagined as a happy family of 5+ living in 600 square feet that followed them on their vacation.
  • space for a home office
Is the person and dog in this picture: a. jumping for tiny house joy b. stretching after tiny house confinement c. attempting tiny house escape. d. experiencing brief psychotic episode.

Are the person and dog in this picture:
a. jumping for tiny-house joy?
b. stretching after tiny house confinement?
c. attempting tiny house escape?
d. experiencing a tiny psychotic episode?

At the first commercial break, I wondered if this was a spoof of House Hunters. When the show resumed and the couple began “touring” three tiny houses of varying sizes and styles, I knew someone wasn’t kidding.

Stay tuned for my next installment when I answer the questions:

  • Will Farmer Skinny and Mrs. Plump find tiny-house happiness or need an itty bit of marriage counseling for their tiny domestic issues?
  • Is it possible for a tiny house to be too big?
  • What is behind all these tiny houses (besides very large, insulated, tricked-out, multi-room garages)?
  • Where the heck have I been all summer?
Just spent some time at the Oregon coast with my guys (Phil and Fozzie).

Hint: I just spent some time at the Oregon coast with my guys (Phil and Fozzie). 

And, hey, People, it’s kind of nice to be back! I hope you still remember me.

Who? What? Lorna's resurfaced? Well, I suppose otter things have happened in recent memory. What's the otterest thing that's happened to you lately?

Who? What? Lorna’s resurfaced? Well, I suppose otter things have happened in recent memory. What’s the otterest thing in your world these days?