Electrolicious

So, we’ve got a new place! Well, subject to inspection at least. Are you excited?! I AM! If you care about real estate stuff, feel free to read on to hear all about it.

Last night, Dre and I were both slammed out of sleep by a bunch of screaming and snarling happening on the deck our bedroom opens onto. As we reassured each other it was ok (”Oh … cat fight”), Sassafras jumped up to take on the invaders herself, bolting out the open door onto the deck [...]

We didn’t get the first property we bid on, which was an amazing 1920s conversion with an attic bedroom, vaulted ceilings, and skylights that went for a whopping $50k over the asking price. (Holy hell!) We’ll be going out again this weekend, and after looking at the listings that match the general idea of what [...]

Today someone broke into our house. It was sort of a strange break-in, really. They didn’t take my macbook (which was totally sitting out), the stereo, the dvd player, the ipod boombox, any of Dre’s music equipment, my camera, or any other electronics. They went through closets and boxes and bags, but I’m really not [...]

Tomorrow we officially begin our search for a new home. Dre and I are meeting our realtor (the same one who helped us buy our current house) on Capitol Hill tomorrow morning at 10am and we are looking for a new place to live. Probably a condo on Capitol Hill, but maybe the Central District [...]

I set this up so that I can check in on her from work.
She doesn’t do much but sleep. It’s exciting!
For more Sassy fabulousness, click below. BE READY!

Originally uploaded by Playapixie.
So, what’s the story with the dog who’s now dominating my Flickr stream? (My outlaw mother requested lots of pictures — it’s not just me, I swear!) For those interested in such things, there story is behind the cut.

Sassafras, is that you?
Originally uploaded by .Ariel.
This is our new dog. She’s a 2 year old Boston Terrier/Chihuahua mix named Sassy.
She came with the name but we decided it’s short for Sassafras.

“Are we officially yuppies now?” Andreas asked me, as we drove home in our Subaru station wagon, warm and caffeinated from two cups of chai (non-fat for me, soy for him). I sighed and said, “Yes.” It was the truth — because yesterday I did something I’d never done before: I hired a friend named [...]

There are pink sweatpants involved.