my inner twelve year old couldn't let that one by without adding a bit of "...in my pants" humour.

:: swoons for fay's inner twelve year old ::

wait.. that sounds bad.

Sorry, no, that's my fault. I mean, I did understand that your metaphor wasn't supposed to be smutty,

Oh dear, Fay. No problem at all. I left off the context of Daniel's metaphor so that people could enjoy it with their inner 12 year olds. I thought the reveal might be mildly amusing.

Gronk. There is not enough coffee in the world to get me through today.

Gronk. There is not enough coffee in the world to get me through today

I am vw. Coffee might keep me upright this morning, but I doubt it will get me moving.

The good news is that the house inspection went well, and all the defects listed are easy fixes. We asked for $500 to repair something that's wrong along with a defect to which it is related. So, none of this involves big money in the scheme of things.

And remember how I threatened to go to the Stickley sale? I did. My DH was even with me and he didn't stop me, so the new couch, chair and coffee table? All his fault. Hee! I feel incredibly spoiled this morning, despite the fact that I've scrimped and saved for this for years.

Awesome Sparky. I think you have earned your gronk, and your spoiled too.

And we will come sit on your new couch as soon as you tell us to.

do I give mom the news? the grapevine seems slow - she doesn't know your DH has a new job.

Btw - we took mom and dad out to brunch (DH's parents were here also, for his birthday, so it was party weekend) for her birthday yesterday at Valley Green Inn. I wangled a prime-time reservation on the porch for 7 people, and was all psyched to introduce everyone to one of the places I'm really excited about here. Seems the parents (mine) couldn't get motivated, and were about 45 minutes late getting to the house, which made us an hour late getting the table. (and me a little stressy and taken-for-granted-feeling.) But there was luck - the restaurant had another table come open. So we still got to eat. And it was good!

DH's dad brought slides (!) that dated from 1941 all the way through when DH was a toddler. And also their photos from Italy this summer - we had a lot of slide shows this weekend.

((Anne))

Oh God, so full. It's someone's birthday and there was a large selection of cream cakes at lunch. I'm sicky-full, even.

If everyone is going to talk about yummy food, I'm going to regret just having cereal this morning, aren't I?

Sox, I guess you can tell your mother. We'll have you over to the new house after the new furniture arrives so you can oooh-ahhh! properly. Our closing date is Oct 31, and I won't really be able to take off any work until after Thanksgiving so we'll have a very slow move into the new place.

another week begins! Did not pick apples but Tom did make apple pie. Spent family time on both Saturday and Sunday, and then all the productive stuff I planned to do on Sunday after my folks left did not get done at ALL, due to drinking beer, and perhaps some buttering of hotcakes. Then napping. Then eating pie.

Went to bed at an absurdly early hour last night but am still wiped out. I've been very tossy-turny while sleeping as of late.

I'm so tired I could cry.

cereal:

Sparky! Congrats! On the house and the furniture... glad to hear the inspection went well.