There have been two causalties from our recent move. Things lost, never to be found. The first grave loss is my battery charger. My camera is dead, and I have torn the place apart looking for the AA charger. Well, you probably don't want to see the new place now that it is trashed...
The second is the cord to our speakers. That's right, we are suffering from Pandora Silence. It actually forced Matt and I to crack the covers of some of our dusty records, which spurred us to eliminate a third of them. That felt good. See ya Beegee's
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aww, poor BGs
I think every house has some kind of Bermuda triangle in it. If objects enter this zone of the house, they enter an alternate universe and disappear. After John's brother, sister-in-law, niece and nephew visited us, they couldn't find our nephew's fleece jacket and his running shoes. They just DISAPPEARED.
Oh, yeah, and definitely do a house tour once you get the camera situation figured out.
ha ha, I like the Bermuda triangle theory. It makes so much sense.
I found one of my battery chargers so I can get started soon. The office/sewing room is still a bit of a disaster, but the bedroom and kitchen are great.
by getting rid of your records do you mean giving them to Ashley?
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