I was so eager that I sprained my toe stepping into this home. I pretended I didn't, however, because I didn’t want the realtor to think I was an idiot that couldn’t walk through a door, and then afterwards, I hobbled the few blocks back to work and told my beloved work pals, "I think I found her". I write this post to celebrate the first half year of many I will be here in my sweet home.

We will work on an honor-based system and are going for blackout, baby. So no need to prove each space you complete, however, if you want to share stories or photos of your bingo card experiences, I'd love to hear them, and would love to share my experiences with you!

All the right spices for a maddening depression. Restorative however, is my belief that God redeems; makes Holy what was Horrible.