About us, though--as this is an introductory post, I suppose I should introduce.
I am Cassie. I am at present 26, and popularly acknowledged as 80% beer, 10% sarcasm, and 10% whimsy.
He is Brian. He is 29 and likely also 80% beer, 20% sarcasm, but I have not asked and I doubt he would have a sincere answer. he might also be 10% beard, for a total 110% awesome.
The house does not have a name, but she is a 95 year old, 3-story twin in our favorite Philadelphia suburb within walking distance to all our favorite bars. It is a match made in heaven.
Coming along for the ride are our two cats, Pandora and Calliope, a sundry of plant and aquatic life, and a straggling cast of ne'er-do-wells we affectionately refer to as Bear Ambulance (we're not actually a band, son, but you should still be a fan of us on facebook).
Follow along as we drink, swear, patch, paint, party, cook, steam away 4 entire rooms of wallpaper and lord knows what else. If we hurt ourselves you have my permission to laugh.
We spent about three hours in the local Home Depot today, staring at aisles like overwhelmed simpletons. the transition from apartment life where there is a maintenance man on call 24-7 to house life where everything becomes our pleasure and our problem is formidable; we are both resourceful people in theory, but have done very little practical laying-on of hands. As such, we dithered over minutiae, meticulously comparing paint scrapers and drill bits, ultimately throwing up squidarms of distress and erring on the side of which seemed to have the most ergonomic handle or durable appearance. Only time will tell if we have chosen poorly. Same thing with the paint.
In any case, Brian claims that his contract allows him a 10 minute break and has been napping for approximately half an hour. My contract has no such clause (apparently he has a better relationship union representative than I do), so I am going to throw a few more things willy-nilly into boxes before waking him to go settle on our new home.
à bientôt!
