Our Old House

Yesterday we closed.  Two hours of signing papers.

And when it was all over, we left without keys to get into our new (old) house.  Because of course, it couldn’t have been that easy. 

So after a few celebratory cocktails and tamales we waited around for the selling agent to drop of the key.  We got in and tried to come up with a gameplan.

So… after work we each made a run to grab all that we’d need for our first projects.  I wanted to get one bathroom in working order and Brandon’s mission was to pull out the carpet. 

That blue tape was keeping a disgusting secret… a new seat was non-negotiable.

The attic is to be our studio apartment for awhile.

B’s job was definitely bigger, but I think that mine might have been grosser.