It's Really Happening

Mr F is at the house directing the movers as we speak.

Turns out our couch won't fit in the house. Hmm. Too bad we spent $300 on ugly unnecessary red chairs when we now need a new couch.... (just sayin)

Can't wait to walk into that house full of chaos.

Here are some things...
We got the house for a deal.
The bones of the house are in fantastic condition for it's age.
The yard is spectacular.
The interior cosmetics... not so much.
Holy mackerel.
You REALLY block out light fixtures when you're walking through apparently.
It's like an 80s department store in there.
All the carpets need to be replaced ASAP due to dog & large human pee stains and odors.
I think we'll all be wearing Baby's swimming nose pinchers until we can get that ripped out.
The kitchen tiles (in an awesome pattern I might add) and laminate counters are... FLESH colored.
Appetizing.
The kitchen sink... is... plastic.
I didn't even know you could buy flesh colored plastic sinks. Who knew?
Too bad my cast iron pans will melt it.
The glass topped stove has chunky chips in all the burners.
I spent three hours cleaning the fridge.
The pantry?... mouse poop... we'll be getting that cat pronto.
This is not to complain... just to say... we didn't notice any of this when it was furnished.
And, while the house is certainly move in ready (and still a very good deal),
It needs a lot more cosmetic work than the coat of paint we had anticipated.
Thankfully Mr F is handy.
Unfortunately he's also slow.

On the positive side this will all make for amazing before and afters....