After all sorts of frustration, my computer is back online. With a real connection, not some crazy antennae transmitting signal from the freaking ski basin. Because we live in town, y'all. I don't think I have ever been so happy to live in town.
Sweets and I keep thinking of new reasons why our house rocks. During the snow storm, there were many reasons. Our house rocks because I can walk to the store to buy hot chocolate mix. Our house rocks because we have these great bay windows in our kitchen nook so we can sit and drink hot chocolate and watch the snow fall. Our house rocks because it takes five minutes to drive to our friend's house, instead of 25 minutes. Our house rocks because we get cable. Our house rocks because we can have pizza delivered here, instead of having to drive 50 minutes to get one and bring it home. Our house rocks because we all have bedrooms, and we're not smacked up against each other. Our house rocks because we have the best living room ever, and our couch and loveseat fit perfectly. Our house rocks because our rugs now fit without issue, instead of being smashed up against the wall on one side because the room is neither square nor rectagular. (What's that word? rhombus? trapezoid?) Our house rocks because we have a pantry. and a utility room. Our house rocks because we have a garage. We played a neat game this morning while driving to the old house- it's called, "which people have garages?" It was fun because we were smug and dry, watching all these people driving past with snow obscuring their view and soaking through their clothes. Heh.
Our house rocks, and it's only been two nights. Can you imagine our houselove after 5 years?