NOW it's Home

The junk is stashed, the kitchen is functional (DRAT! no more excuses to eat out!) and we registered for church and religious ed. I guess we're settled. Since it was our nick-knacks and paddy-wacks lying around, the house felt like home pretty quickly. But I knew we were TRULY home yesterday.

We got our very first official bill.

Yeah! Now we live here, and nobody can argue otherwise. Of course since this is a momentous occasion only occurring once, well once per move anyway, I decided not to actually pay the bill but instead frame it. I have no idea why the customer service rep at AT&T had a problem with this plan. I promised to frame it in a place of honor! Honestly, some people just don't get me.

I was complaining to Hubs about the general lack of sensitivity in customer service people these days when he ever so gently suggested that maybe I had been cleaning too long and the fumes had gotten to me.

Normally this would have led to a serious escalation in battle tactics. But for once I thought before I hollered back and sniffed and tried to look miserable. Obviously fearing that I was either rabid, insane, or hormonal--possibly all three, he immediately suggested for going messing up the recently organized kitchen in lieu of a pizza/movie night.

Nah haha. My mom might have raised a nut, but she didn't raise a dumb one. I know when to give in gracefully. So I promised to pay the stupid bill and we all left for a night out.

Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home. But eating out is good too.