Sunday Morning Injury Report

Apparently a bagel is a carrot. With the allure of but one bagel each yesterday, we finally stepped through the doors of "the other 123," to tackle not only the remains of past residents, but the need for serious change. The living room was transformed in to the yolk of a sunny side up egg with Herms expert paint on, spackle on method. I employed the stab it with a knife, rip carpet and yank system and Itsy simply did a whole lot of wax on, wax off. For his work, Herman was rendered incapable of raising his hand to ask to go to the nurse and get some Advil. I was gifted hands that were shaped like and could do no more than that of your average ping pong paddle. Itsy seems to have weathered it just fine. Why wouldn't she? She lives in a rather ritzy hot tub. Despite the injuries, by the end of the day all remnants of the past were gone and so was the feeling of the apartment not really being ours...Seems worth it.

The Only Thing Smiling For The Camera Was Heyden (Unflattering Pre-Work Shots)

Gut Overtakes Wing in Close Race.

There have been some questions about the growth of Itsy Nolan Flood. The pictures to the right should help to clarify the leaps and bounds she has enacted to stretch the boundaries of her playhouse carefully nestled behind my new outie bellybutton. If she was out here in the world, I think her 70's kid cords would be ridin' a bit high water. For the time being, she is just doing that to my skirts. Future grand child, niece and buddy young pal contained within...

To give some perspective, we have employed this chicken wing. Thankfully, Itsy is now too large to eat. The wing was however snatched out of my hand by Heyden right after that last snap. Lets just say he didn't make it very far.

A Victory Over The Perfect Storm of Confusion!

At approximately 12:55pm this afternoon, the mortgage papers were signed. The oddities of the road continued, but we think everyone has heard enough about that already. For our money we were given this key. It opens one of the three doors.

The Trash Collectors May Wince, But The Salvation Army Loves Us...

In anticipation of the twice delayed closing happening on Monday, we thought it high time to pull it together over here. While "pull it together" may to some sound like an effort to pack, we should clarify we opted to keep it simple by sticking to forging pathways through the apartment, cleaning out some drawers/closets and generally making more room for Heyden who is often found trapped, staged in a bottleneck or hindered by his failing reverse gear. Life over here looks a lot like "Where is Waldo..."