Mental note to future selves--STOP MOVING IN THE SUMMERTIME! Holy crud, every summer we move and sweat like whores in church. We have central air in the new house (thank jebus) and hired movers and yet we still sweat like crazy. Maybe our 30s is all about us transitioning into the sweaty crazyfaces we were meant to be. Either way, we're thankful to be in because our old apartment was beginning to smell like monkey piss and foot sweat heated up in a microwave. Wowza.
Once we moved in however, out of nowhere a social life emerged and we haven't been able to do a whole heck of a lot yet. All of a sudden we're going to BBQs, parties and other stuff I can't even think of because it was probably that awesome. Not that we're complaining, it's just that each time we come home at 8pm (on a weeknight!) I look at that giant half hole in the wall of our dining room and feel guilty for not paying more attention to our lovely new house.
Speaking of holes, I drilled for the first time! And failed horribly. I decided to install our towel hooks on my own and was BEAMING with pride that I got them in, had them well spaced and they didn't fall down when I put the towels on them. It wasn't until Steve came in and saw the four screws jutting out the other side of the door that I realized my mistake. Oops. Steve assured me that it was a typical rookie mistake and not to worry, but something tells me he's just being nice.
Oh well, here are some cat pictures (because I know you wait on bated breath as to what our cats are up to!)
They're settled in alright.
Word has apparently gotten out that we've arrived, because this lil stray is already hanging out on our back porch.
And this is just a lil sweaty crazy something for your nightmares tonight.
