I heard you wanted to come over to the new house to check it out.  If you want to come over, make sure you call first.  That way I’ll be sure to meet you down in the driveway.  The front porch hasn’t been built yet, so you can’t actually access our front door.  I’d have to let you in through the garage.  When you walk through the garage, be careful to not step on a rusty nail or trip over one of the many saws.  You won’t want to touch anything in the garage; it’s all covered in dust and it will get all over your clothes.

And never mind the basement.  It’s finished, really.  It just looks like a mess since it’s the “staging area” for the rest of the construction.  Yep, that’s a compressor in the corner.  Those boxes are full of tiles.  And yes, those are paint cans.  Be careful not to knock them over.

Watch out for the nail sticking out of that one middle stair.  It’ll get your pant leg.

I hope you used the potty before you came over to visit.  While we have four working toilets, we don’t have any doors on the bathrooms.  See that pile of wood in the front room corner?  Yep, those are the bathroom doors.  They are ready to be hung up; we’re just waiting for the hardware to come in the mail.  Then we’ll hang them up.

I know we still have a few boxes that need to be unpacked.  I know.  Don’t worry, they bug me too.

You see, we don’t have our official Permit To Occupy from the city of Seattle.  That means we’re living here illegally.  In the event that we do get busted we have to act like we just moved in today, hence the boxes.

It’s all part of the plan.

Try to not do anything in front of the kitchen windows.  We’re still in the need of curtains in certain rooms.  But dude, I’m a little sick of sewing curtains right now.  So I’m taking a break this week.  For now, just stay away from the windows.

Yes, that’s plywood on the floor.  Yes, that’s the finished product.  Yes, we like it.  No, we’re not going to put carpet over it.  Or tile.  We meant for it to look like that.  We like it. Really.

While I know it seems odd that The King is working in the back deck when we don’t have doors on our bathrooms or a closet system for Babboo, we have to have the deck completed before we can get our Permit To Occupy.  We don’t need bathroom doors to get the permit.  We’re prioritizing.

Plus, I’m dying to put on my bikini and lay out on the deck.  You know, when I’m not busy sewing curtains.

I know we’re not much fun anymore.  I know we never hang out with any of our friends.  It’s just that we’re busy with the new house.  I know The King deserves to take a night off.  Believe me, I know.  We want to.  But we can’t.  Not now.  Probably not next week.  Maybe next month.

Once we get some doors on the bathrooms, and a way to get to the front door, and our Permit to Occupy we’ll be much better friends.

I promise.

Until then, just make sure you pee before you come to visit.  And don’t stay too long, I’ve got sewing to do.

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It’s Wednesday.  Which means I’m over at SeattleMomBlogs today.  Head over to read about how I thought I broke my foot on Monday and had to take a taxi home from work.  (Apparently it’s not broken.  I just broke a blood vessel. Whatever that means.)