Home Sweet Home

I have no idea what my husband does at home all day. Our furniture arrived here last Tuesday. After work Tuesday and Wednesday, I unpacked the whole kitchen and set up both bathrooms. On Thursday, I put all the clothes away in the closets, finished up in the laundry room (aka, Rocky and Scooby's room) and set up the front entrance. On Saturday, I unpacked the master bedroom and the guest bedroom. Today I cleaned up the dining room and put everything away in the den. So you're probably thinking that we have this humungous house and the hubby did all these other rooms when he was home all last week. But really, the only other room we have is the family room. Which means that my husband managed to get 1 room set up in the time that I did 8. He did wander around the den aimlessly as I was cleaning it up today, staring at his feet and trying to look busy. His task for Friday was to set up the wireless router and the electronics in the house. I came home and the network wasn't set up because he couldn't figure out how to configure the router. So I did that today...it took a whole 10 minutes. The PS3 wasn't set up because it didn't fit in back of the TV. So I pushed the TV to the back of the table so we could put everything in front. It's like magic. I should have been a magician! So I asked the husband what he did on Friday. He responds "I cut my hair." A haircut took over 8 hours?! The best part is that he keeps telling people he has to do things around the house to stay "relevant". Perhaps he's starting slow on purpose.

If you've seen our facebook pics, you know that almost the whole house is now set up. Just need a file cabinet, a cabinet for the kitchen, and some curtains so I can stop flashing all the boats when I change. We also picked up our new car today. Bermuda is actually starting to grow on me and feels like our new home! We were eating dinner outside on Front Street last night (yep, still nice enough to eat outside), laughing at the cruise ship passengers riding around in their white helmets and rental scooters. We watched a couple swerving like crazy on their scooters as they pulled into the street and we're like "definitely tourists" and rolled our eyes (even though my husband still rides around in a rental scooter and we still swerve too). I felt all cool when I pulled out my Bank of Bermuda debit card to pay for dinner. Yeah, that's right, we're locals. I even feel cool when I pull out my monthly pass for the bus and ferry. Yep, I've got a monthly pass...I'm not a tourist!

Today started off a bit rainy again, but was sunny and almost 80 degrees by lunch time. I made us some pancakes, eggs, hash browns and sausage for brunch. Then we decided we'd take the dummies to the beach. So we let them off their leash to run free, and Scooby decides he'll run in the back where all the prickly plants are. He comes limping back like a fool because he got about 10,000 prickly things in his feet and fur. Spent the next hour trying to cut off all the prickly things as he growled at me because the prickly things were hurting him. We tried to order Jim NFL Sunday Ticket, but it costs $320 and they won't prorate it even though a lot of the season is already over. So much for that. Had steaks, mac n cheese and Texas Toast for dinner. I heart beautiful days in Bermuda.