Sometimes, there is not enough Advil in the house. Even when one has an economy sized bottle.
The new house has a certain, clinging scent of Eau d' Oldster. It is improving with the removal of all the carpets and area rugs, and with opening the windows (something the previous owners apparently NEVER did), but it may take wallpaper removal and paint to banish it for good.
Good thing we're planning on removing wallpaper and paint.
We need a new showerhead and shower curtain in the master bath. (Hubby discovered this at around 5:45; I haven't attempted a shower in the new house yet myself.) Apparently, there was Major Badness when he attempted to use the Pepto Bismol Shower. Yikes.
We have traded the X-rated waterfowl of the old house for the Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds Social Club. And a nearby fire house with a siren. And a near-enough-to-hear-the-horn train tracks.
As I grew up in houses that were near fire houses and train tracks, neither of those sounds bothered me much. Kiddo seems to have slept through them as well.
They made some *ugly* wallpaper patterns in the late 60s.
One can survive on pizza, soda and donuts for a surprisingly long time.
I really need to go to the grocery store.
I really, really hate boxes.