I’m out in California for the week on BIZ-NASS, and in the meantime my honey-pie is ensuring that the house we put an offer in on last week is up to our high standards (oh, you didn’t know? Yes, we’ve moved on.)
It’s a very nice place, all new and stuff! And all credit goes to the inestimable peapods for carefully sifting and winnowing the available properties in Madison and presenting us with The Perfect House. She sifted and winnowed a winner on this one, people. Big round of applause.
So, unless there’s a portal to hell in the basement or an indian burial ground in the backyard I hope this one sticks. It’s got a badass kitchen and a badass-ier backyard, and it’s right on the bike path. All in all very nice!
Not much else to report. CAL, if you still read this dumb website then I’d like to hang out with you on Saturday and present you with a bottle of Dom P for winning the goddamn football pool… goddammit. HOLLLAR at a player when you see ‘im on the streets, cal!