Two scary movies and a clean smelly house

While Aaron was in St. Louis this weekend, I enjoyed a Garlic Extravaganza. I had garlic pizza Friday and made a shrimp scampi recipe that called for one and a half tablespoons of garlic on Saturday. Aaron isn't a garlic fan. I somehow managed to get the smell out of the house before he came home.
"The Shining" was on Friday night. I don't know why I never seem to learn I should never, ever, watch that movie by myself. Fortunately, I found a "Girls Next Door" marathon on after the movie went off, and I watched Hef and the girls cavort around the mansion for a couple hours. You just can't stay scared listening to some Playmate describe her "Sleep Diet": "It's like when you sleep all day, so that way you don't eat! You miss breakfast and lunch and wake up about three, then you only have to eat dinner!" Awesome. I knew working for a living was what was making me fat.
I sat on the couch Saturday night and gorged on shrimp scampi and watched the old 80's movie "The Lost Boys" on cable. I was amazed to find that, since I left high school, Kieffer Sullivan somehow became way less cool as a vampire. The movie still kind of scared me, though, since I was watching it alone. Good thing I had all that garlic on hand.
Other than that, I cleaned. I even changed the air conditioner filter, which was black and had so much dust on it, there was no way any filtering was being accomplished. I vacuumed many months of dust bunnies out from under the bed. Aaron's job is vacuuming, but his theory is you just hit most of the exposed floor in the house and call it a day.
I was happy when he came home. Even though he doesn't vacuum correctly or eat garlic, he's still nice to have around.

Homeowners, at last!

We signed the contract and are closing on the house at the end of August. I'm trying not to get too excited since anything could happen between now and then. But then I think of our one acre of land and the beautiful country mountain views surrounding the house and I just can't help but get really, really excited!
We'll have to do a lot of work to the inside of the house. Imagine the worst of the 70's meeting the worst of the 80's, mating, and producing the hideous offspring of wood paneling, drop ceilings, florescent lighting, and sponge painting. But, there's a lot of potential there. Aaron already has a floor plan drawn up; he's moving doors and building a walk-in closet or two. It's handy to have a handy husband. I struck a deal with him that I'd take care of all the paperwork if he'd take care of all the remodeling. With a stodgy loan officer, I think I already have the worse end of the deal.
On another note, I just finished reading "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn". It is now my second favorite book of all times, right behind "To Kill A Mockingbird".

Paxil, Here I Come

Aaron has found a house that seems perfect for us, and today we met the realtor and took a look. I fell in love: large, sunny rooms with hardwood floors, a spacious kitchen, room for a huge pantry and laundry area, and two small fireplaces. I've thought of all the reasons we just can't buy it, right down to the penalty we'd have to pay Charter for moving our internet access to another location in less than a year. I'll have to be put on anxiety medication before it's all over. Until then, I'm planning to lick the chocolate frosting out of the creases of the plastic container our desert came in tonight.

We've figured out that Aaron is better at big-picture things and I'm better with details when it comes to money, large purchases, big ideas, and business. I'm also better at throwing a fit in the bathrooom early in the morning over not being "heard", all while putting on makeup and applying styling mousse. I'm a good multi-tasker.