Well, we managed to survive another St. Patrick's day although (e:terry)'s phone might not have. (e:xandra) fell through the ceiling. I think its time I finish the part above there off with plywood. Everyone always thinks its okay to step there but there is nothing other than lathe and plaster.

Time to sober up and start drinking. As far as I can tell as a non-irish observer, St. Patrick was the patron saint of drinking beer and whisky for breakfast?

This dresser arrived ~30 years ago as a gift for my first communion when I was 7 years old. Its now returned back to my childhood room. My parents bought it for me at Calvin's Furniture in Kenmore, NY. The brand was Young Hinckley.

I loved the dresser as a kid because of the cubby hole in the front. It used to have a door that turned it into a sort of treasure chest in my eyes.

My first pet tortoise used to live under the dresser. I wonder if it will miss me.

The new dresser arrived this morning. The bed comes in april but they gave us a metal frame to use in the meantime. Its thr first time since I was a child that my matress wasn't just on the floor.

The mirror on the new dresser is awesome. I kind of wish we got the nightstand too but it was just too damn expensive.

When I picked this strangler out from in between the bushes at her old house, I never expected it to grow roots but I has over the winter. Now to see if I can plant it in the spring.