This is ridiculous because I moved over a month ago, and the house has changed so much since I uploaded these on that first Friday with the intention of showing off the new pad. I was just thinking that I should find the cord and hook up the camera and scroll through the myriad shots of how things look now! Then I though what I always think ... I don't have time for that right now, I'll do it later. Then another month goes by.
Sorry, charlie - we're going back in time
to the very first day I got the keys to our big bad beautiful
(what's a synonym for house that starts with b? I just looked it up. I don't like billet)
|I sent this to two friends who are now neighbors with the caption: "There goes the neighborhood"|
If you recall, the yellow house of love was inhabited in a furnished state, so we never had much cause for concern about the fact that we'd left most material possessions behind when we got divorced. We enjoyed a lovely two year respite from caring about such things, but now it was time to navigate some acquisitions, baby. Big ones.
|So we got a big rig|
|and filled it with big stuff|
|This, my friends, is my happy place. I'll upload one recent pic at the end so you can see it in all its present glory. I can't stop buying things for this deck. That door on the left is my bedroom.|
|Let's go back to the happy place. That's SeaWorld back there. They are turds but they make pretty views.|
|Normal sized roasting pan for scale. Don't come for Thanksgiving.|
|Teen sized pantry|
|Someone said it looks like the shit you donate to a food drive|
The photo below is packed with meaning. I was taking video at the time, which I planned to entitle "the slow wag of confusion" because that was exactly what she was doing.
|We only had one dog that night. It was awful.|
|Hey look, furniture! and TWO dogs! Yay, we found her.|