Housiness

Had a grand old time this weekend at the housewarming party. We had a great turn-out, we got a Hello Kitty toaster (thanks, gents) plus loads of other stuff, and neither the cops nor the National Guard were called. Well, perhaps they were called, but they didn't show up. Wait, maybe they did show up and they were just waiting for one more outburst from me before the snipers on the neighbor's roof took me out. I knew we should've had that party in my bunker!

I think I'm old enough to have adult parties, and that's pretty much what this was. In case you're wondering, adult parties start earlier, they have veggie trays, and the beer is better. The nudity is more infrequent, thankfully, and more disturbing.

Now that's out of the way, I need to start tearing this place to pieces with idiotic home improvement projects. Paddy did buy me some books of this nature over the weekend, but someone forgot to tell him that the only instructions I need are what the power tools tell me to do.

The two big projects are speaker wiring and installing some fans. I know a fair amount about wiring, and I'm just going to arrogantly declare success before the work even starts here. I'm not so sure about installing fans. Pretty much every room in the known world has a ceiling fan in it, and that would indicate, to me, that I stand a fair shot of pulling this off. At the same time, fan blades are sharp, and could very well chop my toes off.