okay, this might be a long post.. but this afternoon, i am putting off tasks that involve cleaning, packing and cleaning... so, what the hay? i'll start with the history. we live at 419 e.tipton in a house apartment.. we live downstairs, tenants live upstairs.. except, we used to live upstairs during the summer. it was nice. not as nice as down here, though.. i mean, let's just be honest. this house used to be a grocery - and one late night last summer, we decided to call it andrew's place, after our antique-shop-household-pious-spiritfilled-semi-god, andrew. andrew is a bust of a very attractive middle eastern man, complete with turban and mustache. for my birthday, heather bought me his mistress. ((shes not important enough to have a name.. or at least, currently. she might become the fertility-semi-goddess, but that will be later when we start having babies.)) okay... we moved in the last week of august, meaning we have celebrated halloween and thanksgiving in the home. we have pictures.
we had a quasi christmas party..b ut hey, that wasn't too great. anyways.. i suppose this wasn't as long as i anticipated. but there's a touch of history.