1. The moving saga continues, but it’s mostly over, thank God! Last night was our first sleepover night in Little Italy, and I haven’t slept so well in weeks. We absolutely love our new place, and it’s looking better than I imagined, even though this is its current state:
2. On Tuesday my fabulous new couch was delivered, and when the delivery truck came the entrance was blocked by come guy fiddling with the license plates on his SUV. I made a not-quiet comment about “I’m sure that guy will get out of your way any minute.” Well, he heard me, and it wasn’t until he moved said SUV that I noticed the diplomat license plate belonging to the Consulado General de Mexico (aka The Mexican Consulate) that’s right next door. So he’s my neighbor and I made a terrific first impression as usual.
3. Today, after making my 4th trip down to the big dumpster, there was a knock on the door – surprise, since I know NO ONE – and it was my new next door neighbor, Grandpa Dave, bringing over a bottle of wine to welcome me to the building. He met Zoë and Niko and told them all about his grandchildren who visit frequently and will come a’knocking one day for a play date. Zoë’s already planning a menu for the occasion, and I’m feeling seriously lucky about already meeting and being welcomed by such a nice neighbor. I’m 1 for 2 so far – score!
4. I discovered today that the movers lost the boxes that contained my pots and pans, crockpot bottom, blender top, and bottle opener. F-bomb.
5. Since I can’t boil water until I buy all new cookware, I had to take the kids out for dinner. I’ve discovered this mouth-watering pizza place called Napizza that’s 2 blocks away, and it’s A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. Best pizza ever. Come visit and we’ll eat there.
6. I figured out today that I’ve eaten more pizza in the past 2 days than in the past 2 years. No wonder I’m getting round in all the wrong places.
7. Urban apartment living means potty training for The Hound Dog starts completely over. So far so good, she’s only sh*t in the house twice. (All yesterday, not once today so that’s MAJOR progress.) When I took her out this afternoon I realized I’d forgotten my keys and couldn’t get back into the building. Luckily my new friend from the Mexican Consulate was downstairs playing with his license plates again and was very forgiving when I asked him to let me in. He was very gracious in opening that door for me, so I’ve decided it’s high time for me to start watching my mouth.
Have a wonderful weekend, and don’t forget to watch your mouth!