Our slice.
Neil and Kell closed on their new home today! It's so exciting for them and it brought back the memories of when Liam and I bought our home.
The house could gently be called 'a fixer upper.' We sat on the window bench in the dining room - still painted that awful green from top to bottom, cushionless. It had snowed that morning and I was (temporarily) devastated because I had scratched Neil's truck on the way to the closing.
We had a white paper bag full of bagels in the fridge. There was a wall between the kitchen and dining room. There was no Charlie, no Sully, no backyard lawn.
I pulled my legs up on the window bench and we had Friendy's. Then we rushed out to get shovels. There was snow on our steps and front walk and we were homeowners! Responsible homeowners shovel before it gets icy! We discovered two days later there were already shovels and salt in the basement left from the previous owners. Now we could be doubly good neighbors and shovel each with both arms for the next snowfall.
That night we ate Chinese (that old chestnut), drank champagne from solo cups and watched "Some Like it Hot." Liam claimed they made a sequel, "Some Like it Hotter" and a third in the series, "Some Like it Hot III: Let's Just Be Cold This Time."
We ate with chopsticks and saved the plastic forks since nothing was unpacked.
It's just such a lovely memory, I wanted to post it here so I never forget. Oh, and by the next winter (which saw the heaviest snowfall in Philadelphia history) I was several months pregnant with our first baby. Double snow shovels were unnecessary. I had a get-out-of-shoveling free card for the white stuff named Sullivan.
The house could gently be called 'a fixer upper.' We sat on the window bench in the dining room - still painted that awful green from top to bottom, cushionless. It had snowed that morning and I was (temporarily) devastated because I had scratched Neil's truck on the way to the closing.
We had a white paper bag full of bagels in the fridge. There was a wall between the kitchen and dining room. There was no Charlie, no Sully, no backyard lawn.
I pulled my legs up on the window bench and we had Friendy's. Then we rushed out to get shovels. There was snow on our steps and front walk and we were homeowners! Responsible homeowners shovel before it gets icy! We discovered two days later there were already shovels and salt in the basement left from the previous owners. Now we could be doubly good neighbors and shovel each with both arms for the next snowfall.
That night we ate Chinese (that old chestnut), drank champagne from solo cups and watched "Some Like it Hot." Liam claimed they made a sequel, "Some Like it Hotter" and a third in the series, "Some Like it Hot III: Let's Just Be Cold This Time."
We ate with chopsticks and saved the plastic forks since nothing was unpacked.
It's just such a lovely memory, I wanted to post it here so I never forget. Oh, and by the next winter (which saw the heaviest snowfall in Philadelphia history) I was several months pregnant with our first baby. Double snow shovels were unnecessary. I had a get-out-of-shoveling free card for the white stuff named Sullivan.