One word: moving.
After seven months in The Shoebox, we finally moved to a much better (and significantly larger) house in a nicer part of town. Goodbye, horrible little hovel with a freakish number of spiders! Farewell, kitchen with no wall cupboards! Adios, hideous carpet with Bonus Mystery Stains! Sayonara, lack of heating and air conditioning! Auf wiedersehen, bedroom closets with doors that stuck so badly we had to remove them! Au revoir, backyard with seven million generations of dead bindi weeds!
The good thing about moving over Easter is that you have a nice long weekend to get everything done. The bad thing is that everyone you know leaves town, which means that you pack the kids off to their grandparents, and then spend two days shifting the contents of an entire house with just two people. Thankfully, our marriage (and our backs) survived and now we're 99% unpacked and have interwebs again.
Photos to come!
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