I'm not on vacation.
It's just that we now own a house.
And home ownership is a little like caring for a really really big baby. Yeah. Only it isn't really. But it is sucking up all of my time and who would have guessed? my money too.
Only my husband would be quick to point out that it's actually HIS money that I'm flinging wildly at repair people.
Did you KNOW that you have to change the locks when you buy a house?
I had no idea. I must have skipped that chapter in House Buying for Dummies.
Guess what I realized after we got the keys? If you sit still in any of the rooms you can see that my "just painted" house, actually has only one coat of paint on the walls. And no primer.
Perhaps I'm being too picky.
Well, I'm not messing with the paint issue, because I figure I'll want different colors soon anyway. I usually like to paint when I have a fever or something, so we'll just wait til then.
I've met lots of men in the last few days, and I have to say that most of them have been really nice. And not in that patronizing "Now-look-here-little-lady-don't-trouble-yourself-with-the-details-I'll-take-care-of-it-for-you, kind of way.
Anyone who knows me knows that I live for the details. Every freaking stinking little detail.
I have a new found knowledge of furnaces, waterheaters, chimneys, pick-proof locks, and replacement door knobs.
It's the bigger picture that I sometimes have a hard time grasping.
You know, that part about how you have to finish packing before you can move.







