A happy bird sings better

and a happy wife writes better.

I've noticed that ever since I moved back into the house my postings have not had much humor...  That's not good, because it speaks of my state of mind now that I'm living here again.

And speaking of "here again"... with the prospect of moving to Los Angeles closer than in the horizon, I've been working extremely hard to get the house in Indy ready to show so we can list it.  I realllllllly don't think we'll get anywhere with it in the state it has been for the last few years.  Oh, who am I kidding, in the state it has been since about 10 years...

I've done so much work, and it has brought me closer to the home I never called my own.  It's always been Stefan's house:  He bought it (although we both own it), he re-modeled part of it, he decorated it with his things, and he's always made the decisions involved with it.  It is only now (and I suppose because of everything that's happened) that I am finally comfortable and sure of myself to make certain (albeit small) changes. 

These changes brought about a certain understanding of the house, and a feeling with it that if I could just get it up-to-date and well organized, it would be much easier to maintain.

So, should I just let him move to L.A.by himself??  ;-)