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Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Eau de butane...

Sorry about the silence yesterday. We moved into our new apartment, so things have been a little hectic around here.

For instance: right now we have one worker completing what is possibly the worst possible paint job ever conceived of by man in our extra bedroom, using one of our new utensils to open a paint can containing a shade of pink that even Victoria's Secret would reject. And, to make matters worse, he smells as though he's a bit past his expiration date.

In our kitchen, the "Gas Man" (no relation to Overripe Man) is trying to get our stove hooked up to the gas line. His favorite tool seems to be a BIC lighter, so we're keeping at least one concrete wall between his activities and our bodies.

Yesterday was not quite as crazy, but equally as interesting. But I'll blog about that once we return from Wal Mart.

1 comment:

shanfish said...

There's nothing wrong with Victoria's Secret pink. Trust me, after a few months, you will grow numb to it! Glad to hear everything is going smoothly, it's always great when a plan comes together. Be sure to send me your new address when you get the chance. I love the blog, I even check it before I check all my celebrity gossip websites (and from me, that's praise of the highest form :)

Best wishes, miss you guys!
Shannon