Helloooo!

I didn't plan on being away this long.  We are no longer fearing our move to be akin to Tom Hank's movie "Money Pit."  No, no, it's much more like Diane Keaton's "Baby Boom."  It's our dream, but...

During moving day our sea grass rugs in the old house mysteriously became affixed to the tile floor, like glue, and Husband had to scrape the rubber backing off.  This took two days.  In the new house the air conditioning would not shut off, a chunk of hardwood floor was gashed out by the movers, our master bathroom pipes backed up, resulting in a Mount Vesuvius like explosion and lights inexplicably go on and off.  Don't even ask about the pantry...

Just let me catch my breath...I'll be back in writing form as soon as I can.  I promise!



Keaton's character's dream country home in "Baby Boom."



Havoc ensues...
From blog:  Hooked on Houses