Hippo Brigade

I’ve finally found my computer power cable in box with 13 spatulas and last year’s copies of Real Simple. So that means, YAY I can blog again. But this time it’s better, because I’m in my new home, but shoot, because now I have a fresh view of all the things I still have to do, like organize stuff, and figure out what the crap to do with a set of fancy crystal salt and pepper shakers. Any takers?

We ripped up the tile floors, and when I say ‘we’ I mean my husband. And I’m pretty sure he had a lot of fun doing it, Wheew-iee! That looks like a good time, am I right Pat?

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(No, we did not keep the compass that does not point North, however we did preserve it, and we are considering using it as a fancy wall art instillation)

Perhaps we should hang it above the mantle?

Here’s what we replaced the tile with, even though my husband would have been fine with concrete.

Here’s a mountian of stuff staring at me. It’s scary, right?

Believe it or not this room has not been unpacked, but I have a feeling it will always look like this.

So if i don’t answer the phone it’s not because I don’t like you, it’s because I’m buried under an avalanche of half open boxes, and you should call an ambulance, because my toaster over could have killed me, because toaster ovens are totally capable of killing people, but make sure the ambulance boys are hot, because I’m not about to be resuscitated by a bunch of un-hot EMT guys.