So last night was our house-warming party, which we conveniently scheduled to occur when many of our friends were out of town. Particularly Abby's friends. Actually, half the people Abby invited got called out of town at the last minute.
Regardless, it was small, but still fun. I managed to get completely shit-faced off beer. Beer. I can't think of the last time that's happened. And I'm moving pretty slow this morning thanks to your-friend-and-mine the hangover. But it's not too bad, so I'll get over it.
We over-prepared. Actually, Abby over-prepared; she did the lion's share of the planning work, and it's always better to have too much food rather than not enough, but something tells me I'll be taking 7-layer dip in my lunch to work for a week and a half.
It is bitterly, bitterly cold out today. Thank god we brought in some extra firewood a few days ago, because otherwise I'd have to schlep out to the carport to grab more. That also means this post is going to be short, because the computer is in the basement and the basement is roughly the same temperature as the ground outside. Which is, to say, cold.