This morning our local firefighters got to practice dealing with a fire at an apartment complex. Not because there was a fire but because the local handicap pickup bus thought it would be possible to squeeze under the overhang in the circular driveway in front of our apartment complex. The driver tried to slide underneath the overhang and broke the fire sprinkler off, which changed the water pressure, which triggered the fire alarm which caused 2% of the people from the complex to actually leave their apartments. Why? Because the little minds that seem to be middle management at our apartment complex don’t hand out notices when they do test so that apartment residents just stop responding. The little manager who cried wolf if you will.

Fortunately, we have just signed some papers in pursuit of buying a house and moving in next month. This is very exciting as our Jerry Springer neighbors will no longer be walking above us like hefelumps and woozles. We won’t have to worry about people parking in our parking spot. We won’t have to worry about those things because we’ll be worrying about other things that come with home ownership. However, we’re delighted at the home, the price and the previous owners of the home. We will surely need more furniture though, more beds (for guests), at least a love seat and probably other things. It has a two car garage which is thrilling because we’ve only got one car. This mean’s I’ll get a workshop space for doing restoration work on old cars, something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. I’ll probably start with a Yugo because that’s the easiest car to find parts for (that is a lie).

I’ll post pictures as I take them. Abby will have a backyard to play in!