Sister, this post is for you.

If you came for a visit my sweet sister, (DO IT!) this might be your greeting once you made your way through the garage entryway we affectionately call "The Dungeon"...

You might smell something delicious and exotic cooking in the kitchen. You might ask Tess what it is because you know for certain that I was not making anything more than apple & cheddar cheese sandwiches.

Depending on if I was miffed or not about the jab at my lack of cooking skills, I might invite you up the stairs.
You might notice a slight burnt smell about the time you reach the first landing. That is from previously cooked things in the cooking room that have wafted up the stairs and left traces of themselves behind on each step.

Once you reach the top step you might look to your right and see a photo or two of you on our table. That is because I like photos of you so that I can remember what you look like in photos and not in real life, and also, because Tess & I have yet to put anything on the walls.

If you continued gazing counter clockwise about the "Good Room" (also known as the "Great Room") this is what you might see...
(a couch folded down into a bed for now, until Tess & I finish all the furniture arrangements)

our computer area...

and the doorway to the bathroom which you might come back to later if you have to pee...

Another doorway to the sleeping room and storage...

a strange little storage that you will have to see to fully understand...

and our cool black couch that we traded out for a dorkier less slippery couch...

Finally you would see our little upstairs linen cupboard where it evidentally has always been.
It is a cute little area that actually fits a lot (like all my wrapping, photos, coloring books & pencils, and a sewing machine)

At this point you might mention you would like to see the little girl's room. After which I might intentionally take offense at your choice of words, rant about the fact that I am not a little girl but am in fact a regular sized all grown up girl, smile sheepishly in embarrassment as I notice you crossing your legs, and silently point to the bathroom door.

Relieved emotionally you might skip to the loo, to relieve yourself physically...




You might come out to find me visiting with a regular to these parts.
and someone who keeps being confused as you (by both Mumsy & me) since she cut her hair Nashvillainously.

Tess might just then call us down to dinner...

Which we might enjoy immensely since we are Italian.

We would probably end our fun evening with a walk to the downtown Paso Park, even if it is sprinkling.
Wouldn't that be nice?