We’re moving! Finally! You (hopefully) won’t have to hear about the leaky roof any more since housing is moving us from the leaky house to a new house. This also means everything that goes with moving and then some. We’ll have the packers and movers for two days. We’ve also been moving stuff ourselves to make more room for the packers. We moved most of the kitchen ourselves to disrupt operations for the kids as little as possible. I have to admit that moving less than a half mile has its definite perks.
We also clocked how far it is to the hoagie place from the new house. It will be half as far. Who wants to bet we still argue over whose turn it is to go? (For those out of the loop, it’s currently 0.6 mi)
What you’ve missed so far:
Zach sprained his ankle Monday. He was being a dumbass and fell down a slide backwards at the playground. This is why you tell your kids to not climb UP the slides, like we’ve been telling Zach since’ he’s been old enough to figure that one out.
This is what happens when you let boys dye eggs. You get “dead” eggs.
the penis mushrooms are home.
We moved those and put our name plate in the door since people seemed to like to park in our assigned spot at the new house. I’m sure the rude highly religious people with the Jesus message letter board on the front porch who share the other half of the house appreciate the penis mushrooms. If you want to follow moving shenanigans, I’m periodically checking in on Twitter and Facebook with such things.
Things of note:
-We’re going to like having space again instead of being crammed in on top of each other.
-I’m going to LOVE having a big kitchen even if I might curse the electric stove and not having a self cleaning oven.
-Built in dishwasher and NOT a portable FTW!
-Ice maker in the freezer!
-Did I mention SPACE!
-People living near us will get enjoyment out of watching me try to parallel park. I think I can count on both hands how many times I’ve had to legitimately parallel park and not just pull across a couple spots since I got my license in 1997.
-We can walk out our back door, and the pool is right there. RIGHT there. Pool passes and tired kids all summer, also FTW! Dare I say that Aaron may actually sleep?
-No more asshole kids throwing apples off the apple tree off our back patio.
-I didn’t measure, but at least 12ft ceilings downstairs! We might have to get a real Christmas tree this year just to get a really big one like a remember my Uncle Denny having from my childhood.
-2 1/2 baths! Sure I’ll have to clean them, but we can give the kids their baths at the same time and streamline baths.
There may be more later.