Not that I didn’t party in plenty of semi-completed houses when I was a teenager… But WHAT THE FUCK! I sent M over to measure some windows for me tonight. He pulls up; the sliding glass door is open. There is a teenage couple huddled in the baby’s bedroom-they profess that Everyone’s Good Friend Carl (you might remember him as the kid who serendipitously acquired my best friend’s cell phone after it was stolen from her car, and then used it to call MY BROTHER.) has suggested that they crash at our house, given they’ve got no place to stay. And our house is empty, right? What’s the harm? Never mind the rooms filled with tools and virgin painted walls and un-flooded floors and etc etc etc. Dude. if I can’t sleep in my new house? NO ONE CAN.
Oh god, oh god, oh god. I sure am excited to leave my newly completed not-yet-mortgaged house empty for TWO WEEKS at the end of this month!
The incident ended with minimal drama; M graciously allowed them to use his phone to make some calls, they got a ride, hopefully they’re sleeping somewhere else tonight. It’s a helluva climb up to the second floor windows, and haha! We locked them.
Tomorrow: alarm system phone calls! Flood lights! Frantic searching for a house sitter! Wait. Isn’t this the reason we left L.A.?
Hey, there’s this new thing called “Bloglines” and I’ve got you on it! Wheeee! Ha ha! Brand. New. Invention!
Okay, I know I’m SOOO behind the times. Like, what does one do with them “stickies”? I want some but I don’t know why.
I cannot believe you had some teenyboppers making sweet sweet love in your new house! Squatters in the country? What were they gonna do next? Set up a crystal meth lab? I shouldn’t say stuff like that when you’re preggers. People suck. No, I mean everyone’s great! Welcome baby into a bright happy world!
Thank God you guys are fantastic.
Congrats on the knitting! E-mail me if you have technique questions.