At home with the crazies

K dropped by yesterday to give me back my cocktail shaker. Except she didn't have it. She was TERRIBLY apologetic about something and it took a while for me to figure out that she had dropped the top of the shaker down the disposal. "I bought you a new one!" she exclaimed and I thought: I have a new shaker, I gave her the old shaker, I don't need another one and K GETS ANYTHING SHE WANTS ANYWAY. But K scurried back to her house (that's the second time I've used the word 'scurry' for her...) and came back seconds later with the teeny tiny shaker she bought to replace mine. "But it's TOO SMALL!" she wailed. I told her not to worry, that I didn't need the old shaker anyway, it was no big deal! She said, "Let me get the shaker!" and ran back home and ran back over with my old shaker. Which had 2 little scratches on the cap. That's it. Can I say it again? K? TOTALLY the kind of chick you want living on the other side of your townhouse. THANK YOU GOD.

Phillip ordered the garbage cans and they arrived yesterday. We have a gigantic (my coworker would say "gi-huge-ic") yard waste can, no recycle can, and a tiny garbage can because that was the size they recommended for people without families. Right. Phillip's going to have to do something about that.

There are all sorts of things we're learning as we scratch the floor and mark up the walls and order gas instead of electric dryers. (The new dryer is supposed to be delivered today which means, FINALLY, we get to wash our clothes, something we haven't done for about 10 months because hey! We're MOVING!) We put up vinyl blinds in one of the upstairs bedrooms, but not both because the screws they include with the blinds are tiny pieces of pseudo-metal crap, and we only had enough screws for one window in the toolbox. Attempting to wash a big metal grill pan in your new stainless steel sink is going to scratch up the sink surface. Cooking bacon on your stove before the stone people come to install your backsplash means grease spots all over your nice taupe walls. Putting ANYTHING on your black granite countertops means you will see a ring or a smudge and any and all attempts to clean up the ring or smudge means MORE smudges and you are facing a lifetime battle against the shiny black reflective countertop and, I will tell you now, you are going to LOSE. Also? The first time you scratch your beautiful hardwood floor? Your heart breaks into a million teeny tiny stained and waxed pieces.

But shoot. How are you NOT supposed to do these things. It's called LIVING. By virtue of WALKING UP THE STAIRS, I have already imperfected my house. I think, perhaps, I need to suck it up and stop thinking about Resale Value (which, to be honest, is pretty forefront in your mind when you are buying a snazzy new house in a hot real estate market that you aren't planning to keep for more than a few years...)

Bah.

Not that I don't absolutely adore my new house. It's pretty. Have I told you how pretty it is? SUPER PRETTY. The kitchen is big enough to camp in and do s'mores over the gas stove flames (and I totally lit a paper towel on fire the other day. I so should not be allowed to own a house.) I have a bathroom that's attached to my bedroom and how cool is that? And Phillip finally hooked up the TV in our room because opening the blinds and checking the weather outside is just not good enough when you're trying to decide what to wear. Plus? It smells like new house. Best smell ever.

So anyway, happy Friday everyone!