This house just ain't a home

. . .yet.

We spent the night for the first time in the new house last night. D took off work Monday and Tuesday and got the bulk of the stuff moved, and I came home last night and straightened stuff up and unpacked about a bazillion boxes while D and A watched American Idol. (I'm already sick of Fat Gay Jeffrey, btw.)

We won't have Dish or phone service until Friday, but the payoff is high-speed internet so Huzzah! H is hella excited because high-speed internet = XBOXLIVEOMIGOD. We may never see him again.

Also, I've always wondered, while watching decorating shows, why people with big living room shove their furniture against the wall, leaving ballroom-sized space in the middle. Now I know: BECAUSE THAT'S WHERE THE OUTLETS ARE. We have no floor outlets in our living room, which means no table lamps. Gaaaaaaah.


No Country For Old Table Lamps