Whilst in the whirlwind of trying to combine two households into a third, singular household*, I am chillin' at Casita de Pistolero in the lovely (upper) Texas gulf coast, gettin' stuff together here whilst he works on getting the keys and such to the new place in San Antonio. In reality, this means I am wondering at the fact that I managed to marry someone who's as much of a packrat as am I, and trying to politely deflect his lovely mother's apparent plans to furnish the new place entirely from the households of a rather large--and incredibly wonderful--extended family.
Meanwhile, I am passing time reading, most specifically this:
*Dude, the new place actually was never on wheels at any point during its existence. I feel like breaking out into the theme song for The Jeffersons...It's not quite a done deal, though, so good thoughts would be appreciated.