We moved in officially on February 1st. Over a weekend. Insane did not quite cover it. Here's the story:
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HARK!!!
WE HATH MOVE-ED!

Yeah, this past Thursday, we were livin' in Gulf Park, dirty clothes in the corner of the bathroom floor and all - no concrete intentions of actually moving. Oh, sure, it was all in the back of our minds that it would eventually happen and stuff, but among the fur-tumbleweeds and the mountains of stuff for the Good Will, well, it made this all seem a very remote reality - steeped in the mists of the far flung future. Maybe March, maybe April, oh put it off till May... What's another month in the grand scheme of life?

But then.

The Wicked Realtor of the West called. Realtor Mac had been plotting and scheming about how to get the Lazy Aquarian and her son to "get a move on with it". The Wicked Realtor took PICTURES of the front of the Tallahassee House and published them in the February HOMES magazine! The Lazy Aquarian was somehow under the impression that the magazine would come out in March, even though now she seems to remember something about February after all - huh, funny thing, that... Then the Wicked Realtor, scheming and plotting as always, called the Lazy Aquarian on Thursday and said,

"Hark! I hath a cash buyer for your Domicile!" "GET OUTETH! They want to tour it tomorrow-eth at 3pm-ith!"
The Lazy Aquarian said:
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" And started shouting things to the Oppressed Teenager:
"Pack, Don't think! Pack, Don't think! Swab the deck!!! Carry that Box!!!"

Then the Knight with Shining Leafblower came through and banished all the fur-tumbleweeds to the farthest reaches of the yard.

The Lazy Aquarian cast aside her former life of sloth and leisure and toiled endlessly. She drywalled a ceiling, installed a lightfixture, affixed crown molding, painted the laundry room and freshened the paint in other parts of the house. The Knight with Shining Leafblower painted the deck and back steps. The Oppressed Teenager packed and carried 250,000 boxes, installed baseboards and vent covers and touched up paint around the domicile. Miscellaneous odd jobs were divided among the three allies. All livestock was herded across town to the new pastures.

The cash buyers did not like the floor plan nor the orange kitchen. Humph.
There has already been another showing! Bad market, ha! Call me for a tour - you will never see the west Knox house more clean. It's actually kinda creepy.

Without further adieu, our new address:

Jennifer and Vincent Tippens
XXXX Woodlawn Pike

and phone number: XXXXXXXX - but it won't be turned on till later this week because they had to install a box or something.

Latergaters,
Jen (Lazy Aquarian) and Vincent (Oppressed Teenager, but a good sport!)
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And now we live on blow up mattresses and still only have half the plumbing done and no real kitchen. The big house, though, is absolutely picture perfect and we've moved about 90% of our possessions into the little house. We're getting there!