Two Years!

Happy Anniversary, My Love! It has been two wonderful years! Your actions and words are a blessing to me everyday. My words and actions in trying to express to you how much you mean to me seem so inadequate.

I love you and look forward to many more years together with you.

Home-owning Husband

I think my wonderful husband has taken to home-owning much better than I have!

Since we bought the house, he has:
- Fixed the poorly sealed area under the shower door of the master bath.
- Torn out the walls around the tub of the main bath.
- Contacted the city to get the water turned on.
- Dewinterized the house.
- Turned on the hot water heater (which took some investigation and finagling, with the heater locked in behind the washer and dryer in the back of the downstairs half-bath).
- Called the locksmith to change the locks on the house. (Thanks, David, for being around when they came.)
- Called to have Internet scheduled for connection to our house.
- Diagnosed and fixed a leak in the shower drain of the master bath.
- Cleaned up the mess of tearing out the walls around the tub of the main bath.
- Positioned two of our three bookcases in the living room.

Since we bought the house, I have:
- Watched his family move all our large items (beds, dressers, couch, bookcases, etc) from the old house to the new house.
- Watched his family gather and move all the boxes of stuff from the bedrooms (and some other areas) in the old house to the new house.
- Rearranged our bedroom furniture in the new house, making a mess of all our clothes and leaving them piled on the floor.

And in the midst of all this, he still bought me flowers and surprised me with them already in a vase. :-)

First night in our new home

... wasn't last night; it was the Thanksgiving weekend while my family was down helping us move stuff.

I think it was Thursday night. Our old home was full to overflowing with family, so C&I thought it would be a good way to loosen everyone's sleeping arrangements if we were to sleep over at the new home on an air mattress.

We trooped over (in the cold) with our nice, big double air mattress and lots of sheets and blankets and stuff. The electricity was on and the house was nicely warm.

We started unrolling things and Charlessa noticed a little glitch in our plans - at some point we had lost the plug to our big air mattress. Hmmmm. That would make things a bit rough.

So I carefully ran back over to our old home (I happened to be wearing a kilt. Don't ask.) and grabbed the first air mattress box I saw, and again, ran carefully back over to the new place.

We unrolled it and saw ... that it was a twin-sized air mattress!

Oh well. We love each other. We can sleep on a narrow air mattress without divorcing, right? Right. Builds character!

We inflate it, get the sheets and blankets set up, and manage to fit together on there. We chat away, pretty comfy at first, but I have a strange sensation that with every exhalation, I'm sinking in toward the middle. Must be my imagination.

After five minutes, I notice something. My hip is feeling something under the mattress.

It's the floor.

After another 15 seconds of verifying that, yes, it is the floor, I say "Charlessa?"

She cracks up laughing!

Thus was our first night in our new home!

(Everything turned out well. We re-inflated the mattress and tightened up the plug and cap as best I could. It probably took until 3 or 4 in the morning before we started hitting the floor again. We're even still married!)