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Rambling at the end of the night.
Nov. 20th, 2006 11:18 pmI'm not sure I've posted enough today. *thinks*
Philip did the closing inspection on our old house this morning while I was at the doctor's office. We're officially out of that house, and now the entire "Larson Loop" is completely vacated. It's kinda sad to think about, actually. This new house is so much nicer, but I will miss our tree. It held Philip's ribbon for ten months, and it also has the sweet carving he made me this past summer. *sniffles*
I need to do dishes from the misadventure that was dinner tonight, as well as the Chinese take-out that saved the day. I need someone to drag me to the kitchen, I think.
Our main TV died today. This really affects my life an astonishingly small amount, but the testosterone-fueled beings in the house act as if a body part has been cut off. Well, we think it died, or that it is dying. It might be just the picture tube, but those things usually cost as much as a new TV by themselves. We've had this television since Philip and I got married, so I guess it was time for it to give out. It will be a few months before we can replace it, so I think Philip will bring the smaller TV out of our bedroom for use in the living room in the meantime.
I think there's pictures I need to be putting up, but I keep hoping that they'll post themselves...
Philip did the closing inspection on our old house this morning while I was at the doctor's office. We're officially out of that house, and now the entire "Larson Loop" is completely vacated. It's kinda sad to think about, actually. This new house is so much nicer, but I will miss our tree. It held Philip's ribbon for ten months, and it also has the sweet carving he made me this past summer. *sniffles*
I need to do dishes from the misadventure that was dinner tonight, as well as the Chinese take-out that saved the day. I need someone to drag me to the kitchen, I think.
Our main TV died today. This really affects my life an astonishingly small amount, but the testosterone-fueled beings in the house act as if a body part has been cut off. Well, we think it died, or that it is dying. It might be just the picture tube, but those things usually cost as much as a new TV by themselves. We've had this television since Philip and I got married, so I guess it was time for it to give out. It will be a few months before we can replace it, so I think Philip will bring the smaller TV out of our bedroom for use in the living room in the meantime.
I think there's pictures I need to be putting up, but I keep hoping that they'll post themselves...
