It's been about a week now since we moved into our new digs, and we're still settling in. It's kind of hard to really settle in when your furniture inventory consists of a couch, a tv and a cardboard box for a coffee table, but we'll manage.

We also still don't have a washer, dryer, or refrigerator, but we are still in the process of ordering all that kind of stuff. Of course, we opted to get a refrigerator with Beer Door (which I've learned is called a "Beverage Station"), but apparently Samsung decided to fuck us and stop making the one refrigerator on the planet that made me happy. I really want that fucking beer door, and it seems now that it's soley sentimental value fueling our search for someone who still has one in stock (Scott, check the appliance section where you work).

We're also going to need to do a style overhaul around here. All the fixtures and hardware are all this country-bumkin brass shit and there's this Shoney's-esque woodgrain throughout the house (sans salad bar). Seeing as I have about as much experience with home design as Hitler has with sensitivity training, the bulk of this effort will need to come from the person in this house with a vagina.

Outside of these little things, everything's been going pretty smoothly considering. We haven't been able to try out the pool since we've moved in due to the frigid artic temperatures have settled down here for an undisclosed length of time. Will update as soon as that happens.

Our masta bathroom has one of those tubs set in a cubby under a window. I'm told that this configuration is called a "Garden Tub," but I'll just stick with the cubby/window description as I can speak it without physically feeling a drop in my testosterone levels.

So, I suppose without further ado, I'll let you see a few photos. Keep in mind Brenda asked me to be conservative with the depth and breadth of pictures I distribute as we haven't settled or cleaned anything yet: