5th Avenue livin'

The theme song to The Jeffersons springs to mind right now. Like the Jeffersons, we even live on the "east side." Saying I live on east 5th Avenue just sounds so high society, doesn't it?

So sophisticated, in fact, that I've had to haul all my own boxes in and put my belongings away by myself. Fifth Ave. living is clearly not what it used to be.

This is my excuse for not posting for the last week.

Todd and I have spent every moment we're at home moving things around, cleaning and unpacking that I either a) haven't had a chance to log on, or b) have been too dog-gone tired to log on, or c) have had a drained computer and couldn't log on.

The ol' homestead is coming along though! A couple nights ago we got the living room pretty well done. The master bedroom is put together, and so is the upstairs bathroom. The kitchen, the worst part of any move I think, was done by our second morning here. It is my proudest accomplishment so far.

I just love this house. LOVE. I love everything about it and can't wait for it to be all put together (which will be by the end of this week, by cracky).

When I have a bit more time (and it's not a complete disaster) I'll post some photos.

I'm still here though, just a little preoccupied with "fish that won't fry in the kitchen, and beans that won't burn on the grill."