Owning a house. Oh, and the dog and I on the 24th.

As a brand spankin' new house owner I've got to say... well I'm not sure what to say. Something witty and pithy would be nice, but I'm too bloody tired. And no, I'm not tired from the leaky bathroom and the subsequently replaced cold water pipe in the bathroom.

I am tired because the black-and-white faced dog doesn't like fireworks.
Last night was the grand ol' mormon holiday, and every other house in the neighborhood had illicit fireworks. In order to make the festivities last as long as possible, the various firework lighters would wait to make sure everything was still and quiet before lighting a new one. For the b&w faced dog it was a highly refined form of Chinese water torture.
The poor thing wouldn't go pee, and she may or may not have leaked a little bit. I'm giving her the benefit of "may or may not have" because she was laying in the bathroom to hide from the sound, and we did have a major leak there yesterday. It could have been residual water. I don't really think it is, but come on, can you really be upset with this..?

As for the house I thought I'd finally post some pics so people could see what it looks like. This is only so I can postpone inviting anyone over, and thus procrastinate the unpacking even further.
From the front.

From the back.

My garden.

My craptastic greenhouse, which eventually will become a studio.

My newly put in new garage door. Notice how it looks crooked. It's not the door, or even the photo, it's the garage.

And here's my bedroom, completely flipped around from the order and direction I had it originally set up. Fixing that was fun. (Please note the sarcasm, it is incredibly hard to portray in cyberspace.) I was so worn out from rearranging that I couldn't even make my bed today.

And finally here are the results of my trying to pose the cats for your viewing pleasure.
The bad cat, take 1.

Take 2.

Take 3.

Look at that! I got some eye! And with that accomplishment, I shall move on to the pig.

There are a few more of these. Apparently he's worried that the camera is trying to steal his soul, because he waited until I pushed the button before he'd try and leap out of the frame.