I have not written in a bit because I just moved. The people that we bought the house from left a fish for us (a fat gold one) and we named him Hemingway ("Scooby" is a detestable name). My daughter keeps calling him "Swimmingway" on accident.
I have a slew of boxes and a birthday to celebrate (my daughter's).
It is all a Hello Kitty and Barbie explosion.
I love my house.