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.: 8.03.2007 

15 whole minutes to myself! Whatever shall I do??

I will try to blog some, that's what.

So, yes, the townhouse is ours as of July 31, and we are renting it to its former owner until August 15. Today, however, Colleen and Jay are packing their truck to move to NC, and you may remember that I "sold" my piano to Colleen. I say "sold" because money never actually exchanged hands, nor was it ever worried about. Well, Colleen ultimately decided that she just couldn't take the piano (which really ought to have a name, seeing as how I've had the damn thing since I was five!) to NC, and would I like to have it back? Our tennant very graciously allowed us to move the piano directly into the townhouse... so now imagine four 30something computer geeks and one 61 year old man moving a studio upright. Are you done laughing? No, no, it's ok, I'll wait. How about now? We good? Need some water? No? Ok. Thank Gods that thing has awesome wheels on it; the only really tricky part was getting it up the 5 or so steps to the townhouse's front door. Good times, good times. I will miss you, Colleen and Jay. *really big hugs*

Crap, time to go.

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