I really do LOVE my new house.
Except that we have to rip up the bathroom floor of our ensuite because as Hubby discovered he can put his finger through the floor beside the toilet. Plywood and all. Fun.
And we have to redo the ceiling in the main bathroom because there is moisture damage because the fan sucks ass.
BUT I am allowed to stain all the wood in the house cherry to match my precious precious table.
Which got wrecked in the move. There are scratches all over it because someones stupid stupid friends didn't care about maybe not wrecking all my stuff when we moved it into storage.
When I seen the damage I maybe cried a little. Or a lot. Whatever.
I hate, with the fury of a thousand suns, the bastard renters who were in this place before us. Apparently they decided that they, in fact, did not have to clean the house when they moved out. At least flush the damn toilets you PIGS!
Also, don't tell anyone, but dial up really isn't all that bad. Maybe its just that I am so happy to have computer access again.
I finally now have the tree house my dad promised me when I was four. Better late than never, I guess.
I am apparently not at Silverwood today because a certain lazy ass is still sleeping. So what that he worked all night, I want to go to an amusement park, dammit. Just Kidding. We'll go tomorrow.
Anyway I should maybe get off the computer now Who knows, maybe someone is trying to call me. By someone I mean my mom.