March 18, 2007
Today is a pretty significant day for the Lawson family. Today, you see, is the day that we finally get to close on our house. It will be a few more weeks before we're actually living in it full time, but that doesn't squelch my excitement even one fraction of an iota. Does it really matter if my new walk in closet smells like a men's locker room? Not to me it doesn't--because this afternoon I get an extra key and a brand new garage door opener to throw into my black hole of a purse. Two more items to lose and find, lose and find, lose and find--it's like the heartbeat of my life.
As you can see by the picture posted in the upper right hand corner, the house could use a coat of paint or four. That's a picture of James's room, and no, don't adjust the color settings on your monitor, it really is that shade of purple. The carpet in basement is also that shade of red, we have more than our fair share of wood paneling to contend with, and last but certainly not least, we found a "well used" pair of men's tighty whities sitting in our fire place. I say, "Dude, if your client sharted his shorts that badly, do us all a favor and light the match--let's turn those underbritches into forgotten history." Seriously, I'm gonna write that on a post-it note, crumple it up into a tiny ball, and roll that message to the seller's agent at the closing this afternoon.
This place is also loaded with some very cool features that I never ever dreamed of having in my very own house. For example:
The tree house is wired for electricity. I hope James enjoys his new wilderness themed room.
There's a bathroom in the basement, which means I will no longer have to mess myself while waiting for my towels to fluff in the dryer.
The house has a workshop in the basement. Finally, Jared will have a place to put his tool (no, that is not meant to be plural).
There are two large picture windows on the front of the house. Lucky for the neighbors, they'll get to see the crack of my a** on a day-to-day basis.
There is also a den for blogging, a garage for parking, a loft with a trap door for jumping out of, a roof for skiing down, a garden for killing, and one front lawn with the full potential to grow as high as my knees. Gosh, we haven't even moved in yet, and I already love this house.
I kind of hate to say this, but we've worked our tails off in the last few years, and I honestly think we've earned ourselves a permanent place to settle in--home sweet home. Also, I'm completely sick of using my brother-in-law's tooth brush. I've made it a priority to unpack my own.