So, anyway. I am the owner of the house I have been dreaming of, obsessing over, and occasionally stalking for the last 2 years. It is completely surreal. I keep expecting some dude in a suit to knock on my door, declare that there has been some sort of mistake, and then drag my butt out of this glorious house while I kick and scream. Which is why I now carry a gun.
It’s been too busy to take many pictures. Besides, the place is trashed at the moment. But, the kids went back to school today and I forced them to stand for the annual First Day Photo.
They were thrilled to do so, as you can see. And The Boy has very sensitive eyes and was sure that they were going to bleed if he had to keep them open for another second. Which explains his look of intense discomfort/constipation. Well, maybe it’s not constipation so much as the expression you make right after you realize that you have just crapped your pants.