we have moved.

our house is a complete and total wreck.

but bryan did the one thing that he knew had to happen before i could sleep here..

.. the reality fairy is hung and singing loudly.

the move, in reality, was actually fairly painless. we were extremely blessed to have three strapping young men show up on thursday night and assist us till the wee hours. they did a great job, were fairly cooperative, and i only had to think about andy being naked twice.

now it’s just the fun part.. the setting up house, the figuring out how we can live together without killing eachother.. the pets have been blessedly calm. charlie met our landlord and LOVED him. all of the neighbors have come over and met us.. OOH, and here’s our quirky story (because lord forbid we have any event happen with no story):

steve, our landlord, came over to get some of his old furniture out of house, and while he and bryan were loading up, this old lady just walked in the house.

“i’m fern,” she said. “steve, is that the desk?”

steve nodded and shot us a look. we had no idea what the look meant. she started rearranging the drawers to the desk and playing with the hinges on the desk.

i ventured outside to steve’s truck and whispered, “she’s going through your stuff, steve.”

he nodded. “that’s fern.”

i came back in, and she was still walking around the desk the way dogs circle their kill. “you want this desk?” she said. i told her we didn’t have room for it; that’s why steve was here with a truck today. “y’all should sell it,” she said. i reiterated that it wasn’t OURS to sell, it’s STEVE’S. she cocked one eye and said, “y’all could still sell it. make some good money.”

eventually, she decided to give up on the desk, and she headed towards the door. she suddenly turned back and pointed at an embroidered pillow. “is that steve’s pillow?” she asked. i shook my head and explained that it goes with our bedset. “y’all want it?” she asked. i politely refused and locked the door when she left.

i thought that was odd, but i also thought it was because we didn’t know her.

today we met another neighbor, and mentioned that we had met fern. he warned us that fern feels that anything left outside is her property, and she’ll take it during the day and then sell it in the paper. he said he’s lost a grill and several benches to her because of this. i think it’s just weird. oh, and illegal. don’t forget illegal.

so we’re looking at cementing our lawn furniture.