I thought everyone would like to see some pictures of my new house on Sleepy Hollow Lane. We move in in less than a month, and we couldn't be more terrified ... um ... excited.
The interior is very inviting, and the house is in rather good shape on the whole. We did find a few odds and ends in the basement that need to be cleaned up, but nothing that a little exorcism ... um ... good paint job couldn't fix. And the gentle moans of the lost souls ... um ... wind through the willow tree add a wonderful sense of horror ... um ... peace to the place.
The neighbors are very friendly people. One eccentric older man kept asking April and I to "come in and have a drink, bleh." We respectfully declined since we would be driving, and he told us that he "never drinks ... wine." We offered to let him show us around the neighborhood, but he said something about it being too hot out and shrank eerily ... um ... welcomingly back into the shadows.
One of the other neighbors was cooking something dreadful ... um ... ethnic in her backyard. She insisted on "having us for dinner," but we are trying to avoid spicy, green food these days, so we had to turn her down. She replied with a charming cackle that she would "get us" later when we "least expected it." These people are very spontaneous.
A neighbor across the street came to warn us that he had a rather dangerous dog that liked to roam loose at night once or twice a month, but that he always tried to keep him "chained in the basement." We told him that we love animals so it wouldn't be a problem, but he insisted that we should "go" and "leave him" before it was "too late." We took the hint and left him to his yardwork since he had begun scratching at the ground. He did have several weeds to pull up.
Just before we left to return to Hippie-Town, we noticed a neighborhood gathering in the corner house's backyard. It looked like a cool party, and the guests were certainly uninhibited in their dancing. They beckoned with bony ... um ... friendly gestures, but we were already running behind so we promised to attend their next big bash after we'd moved in.
Overall, they seemed like evil ... um ... good people and April and I will fear for our lives ... um ... fit right in. When we returned to our new home to pick up our car, someone had left us a housewarming plant on the porch. Of course, we had to water it right away, but the gesture was terrifying ... um ... heartwarming.
I thought everyone would like to see some pictures of my new house on Sleepy Hollow Lane. We move in in less than a month, and we couldn't be more terrified ... um ... excited.
The interior is very inviting, and the house is in rather good shape on the whole. We did find a few odds and ends in the basement that need to be cleaned up, but nothing that a little exorcism ... um ... good paint job couldn't fix. And the gentle moans of the lost souls ... um ... wind through the willow tree add a wonderful sense of horror ... um ... peace to the place.
The neighbors are very friendly people. One eccentric older man kept asking April and I to "come in and have a drink, bleh." We respectfully declined since we would be driving, and he told us that he "never drinks ... wine." We offered to let him show us around the neighborhood, but he said something about it being too hot out and shrank eerily ... um ... welcomingly back into the shadows.
One of the other neighbors was cooking something dreadful ... um ... ethnic in her backyard. She insisted on "having us for dinner," but we are trying to avoid spicy, green food these days, so we had to turn her down. She replied with a charming cackle that she would "get us" later when we "least expected it." These people are very spontaneous.
A neighbor across the street came to warn us that he had a rather dangerous dog that liked to roam loose at night once or twice a month, but that he always tried to keep him "chained in the basement." We told him that we love animals so it wouldn't be a problem, but he insisted that we should "go" and "leave him" before it was "too late." We took the hint and left him to his yardwork since he had begun scratching at the ground. He did have several weeds to pull up.
Just before we left to return to Hippie-Town, we noticed a neighborhood gathering in the corner house's backyard. It looked like a cool party, and the guests were certainly uninhibited in their dancing. They beckoned with bony ... um ... friendly gestures, but we were already running behind so we promised to attend their next big bash after we'd moved in.
Overall, they seemed like evil ... um ... good people and April and I will fear for our lives ... um ... fit right in. When we returned to our new home to pick up our car, someone had left us a housewarming plant on the porch. Of course, we had to water it right away, but the gesture was terrifying ... um ... heartwarming.
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As the Amityville house once said, GET OUT!
The other day e-dub was talking to one of the managers of her new apartment. He was telling her about the other manager, a former gymnast. "She was amazing," he said impressively. "She trained with Bela Lugosi."
Of course, you know I'm kidding. The neighbors really are very nice people and the house is great.
This whole post came from something Forky said to me on the phone the other day. He asked me if there were any bones in the basement. And I thought, "No, but what would it be like if there were...?"
Wait a minute. Bela Lugosi was a gymnast?! Oh, that's right. He's the one who trained Nadia Comaneci and helped her win the gold.
Then he ate her.
"I can't Bela!"
"You can do it, bleh!"
You forgot your other neighbor, Long Dong Nazi!
Long live the peppers! They'll never suppress the peppers!
In the words of Hubert Farnsworth, all I can say to that last comment is "Oh, my..."
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