The rumors are all true, Mrs Iron and I are officially playing at being grown up. We’ve moved into our first new home, I’ll try to post a couple of pictures at some point in the near future.It feels odd, this new home of ours. I’ve been there for two nights now, but it still seems like I’m visiting someone else. I definitely don’t feel at home yet, I can hardly bring myself to pound a hole in the wall. It just feels rude. I hung up a wine rack for my wife and felt like I owed somone an apology.
The move is not without its problems. For example, we have no appliances, or rather, no fridge and none of the other appliances have been installed. How considerate of our builder to notice that I’ve been packing on a few pounds lately and offer to not install any means of preparing food stuffs. Eh! As a consolation prize they are paying for all of our meals until they get their act together, so in all likelihood I’ll end up fatter than ever.
The other big problem at the moment is that we don’t have any window coverings, and I’ll tell you something, it feels really weird taking a poop when you can see people walking by. While I don’t really care if people see me naked (it’s their loss, trust me) I still feel like a weirdo showering and being able to see out a window. Our blinds are supposed to arrive Tuesday, but we haven’t had all that much luck this far in the process, so I’m not really expecting anything.
The last odd thing is that last night I fell asleep watching TV and was awoken by fireworks. What? No. What? Who sets off fireworks at 12pm Sunday, July 17? What possible reason could there be for that? And I’ll tell you something, there’s nothing quite as confusing as falling asleep in a room you’ve never really been in, on a couch you’ve never sat on, only to be slapped out of your slumber by high yield explosives detonating outside your window.
