The New House

is amazing.

I love it. My stuff looks great here, the kids are happy, the layout is perfect and the pets adjusted quickly. Even Tangerine's bitchy little ass is nicer than ever.

The first night here, Big Kid sat down on the couch and announced that this house was way better than the other house, and I have to agree.

Today we made another trip to the old house to get more stuff and little kid refused to get out of the car, saying, "I stay in 'til new house. I only want new house."

They think the automatic garage door opener and ice and water on the fridge door is magic, and the discovery of the garbage disposal both delighted and terrified me. We have sprinklers and a lawn service. The microwave was broken so someone brought us a new one, while we ate Sunday dinner.

So, everybody's happy. So far, so good.

This week is Big Kid's Spring Break, which will be a true test of our happiness, but so far the kids are so entranced with having Noggin on television and their own playroom that they're hardly even that annoying.

I know that won't last but it's pretty nice right now.