Sunday, November 12, 2017

Welcome to Tallywhacker Terrace

So. We have done the impossible.

We have found a fucking house!

Praise the Lord and send ten dollars as my father used to say.

We had such lofty ideas when we started this, so many things we didn’t want and didn’t want to budge on… and all of those things went by the wayside.

I present to you The House on Tallywhacker Terrace.

I wish that were the street’s real name, but it’s not. It did however get christened “Penis Street” when I couldn’t find it on Google Maps and the hubby told me to look for the street that looked like a penis. It wasn’t until I got bored at the MINI dealership on Saturday, that we happened upon Tallywhacker Terrace. The perfect combination of real address and the subtle dick joke. (We’re twelve years old, after all.)

It’s in a gated community with an HOA. In a sub-development called Lake Pointe. POINTE. WITH A FUCKING E. Because, I don’t know, we’re all fancy or shit.

But, there is one nice thing about Lake Pointe - the house is on a lake (Surprise!). 80’ of waterfront, motherfuckers! Granted, it’s not my lakeside cabin in the woods of Maine, but it’s waterfront and we don’t have to drag the kayaks all over creation to get onto the water.

We’re going to close on the house by the end of the month and then a few days later, we’re going back to Universal.

I’m going to miss winter, but I think I could get used to this sort of life…

even if it’s weird to be at the beach in November. Wearing a t-shirt and shorts.