After about two weeks of nonstop cleaning and hauling, the wife and I are finally moved in. We've got a beautiful kitchen for her pots and dishes, a dining room for her table and chairs, lots of wall space for her pictures and paintings, closets for her clothes and stuff, a bookshelf for her books, a deck for her flowers to grow, a spot for her secretary (it’s a piece of extremely fragile, inevitably broken furniture), she’s got a set-up for her curtains, curtains, curtains, shower curtains, and blinds – lord she has a lot of stuff.

My stuff is in the crawl space upstairs.

Oh, married life is not as bad as it sounds, it is a pretty big crawl space to be sure and I’ve got a little section of the cupboards for my beer glasses downstairs AND I get to take out the trash too, but it’s a small price to pay…