In the past few months, we've survived Christmas, rung in a brand new year, eaten way too much Valentine candy and made plans to MOVE TO THE TAJ MAHELL. Full-time, beyotches!
Seems Shawn got on the radar of a corporate headhunter and his pointy little head (it truly IS pointy) got hunted. The new job is about 50 minutes southeast of the Taj, so we will temporarily relocate there and plan a move closer to his work once our Gilligan's Island house has sold. That should take a while, since we haven't finished the to-do list to even get it on the market. Gee, I should start a whole new blog and then forget to write about the Gilligan renovations! Or...maybe not.
So anyway, I know I've been MIA and both of the people who look at this blog have given up on it, but I'm planning to actually pick it up again and detail not only the remaining renovation of the Taj MaHell, but also my descent into madness as I attempt to live in a town that doesn't have a Target. Or a mall. Or baseball. Or liquor-by-the-drink. Think "wine margaritas", y'all...and FEEL MY PAIN!
On the good side, our entire
Mayberry-bound in 10 days. Asylum-bound in 11.