Cleaning the insides and behind the refrigerators
The sink exploded on Kathryn's arm.
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| Someone decided to iron her bedskirt... Not sure who's daughter she is... |
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| Henry in the new house, Henry in the old house. Lost, dazed, confused... |
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| 1 a.m. Ramen Noodle cook-off. You can see we still have quite a bit of unpacking to do... |
It has been a bittersweet week as the residents of the Poor House have packed up their things, made 14 million trips in the 95+ degree heat, and moved on to greener pastures. Effective yesterday at noon, our lease at the PH was terminated. After scrubbing the house for hours on end (hence the Annie blog post title reference), we turned in our keys and are moving forward. The PH will always be in our hearts.
The burning question that all four of our readers (hi Moms and Dads) are dying to know is, will the PH blog remain in tact. The answer, of course, is yes. We apologize for our lack of updating lately, we will try to be better about keeping you informed.
Fox has moved on to live with a friend, the elusive "Greg" has moved somewhere (we're not sure where), and the three Toga ladies have moved in with their friend Cori to a lovely home a little north of their previous residence. They are very excited, as the new home's amenities include a hot tub (!), a big deck, and a fenced yard with a secret garden in front. We aren't really sure what makes us think we can upgrade, since only one of us now has a real job (shout out to Kels, the mouse gynecologist), but something inside told us "wait a minute, grown women in their 20s shouldn't have to use an unfinished bathroom in a basement with only a curtain for a door". A revelation, some might call it.
Our first couple nights in the new home have been full of unpacking, eating ramen noodles and drinking boxed wine, comforting the confused and sheepish Henry, and getting used to the sights and sounds of colorful Colfax avenue. Please stay tuned for a video tour of our new digs.
