She's a Brick...House!

Ok, maybe not brick, but she's a house and she's mine!

Again, maybe not mine, but, I have a house to live in! With a front door and walls that don't touch any neighbor's walls, and a yard (full of dead leaves) and a huge garage (what what) and a basement with a (drumroll it, bizzo) washer and dryer.

That's right. Washer AND dryer. I'm a little excited. Bridge and I will be officially moved into our new place, well, soon. The kitchen is done--and gorgeous! New oak cabinets, big bright windows, my spice rack already looks kick-ass on the smooth counters. New carpet will be installed in the bedrooms this weekend (berber--so trusty) and then a new shower/tub surround and we are good to go.

I want to paint! I'm thinking one accent wall in each room. A rich brown in the living room (offset by pale turqouise curtains, do you love it?). Maybe a sage-y green in the kitchen. We'll see. I'm getting a little ahead of myself, seeing as how all of our stuff came out of the U-haul and was thrown into the living room. We've got some work to do.

But good work! HOUSEwork!

I'm going to rake this weekend and clean out the shrubbery lining the driveway to my new (slick Rick) 3 stall garage.

I feel so domestic! And I like it!

Good Lord, I'm getting old.