the house

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This is a picture of the house on Friday morning. It is now fully walled and framed for the first floor/ As I have said it has been very exciting but moreso now because everything we have talkedc about for the past five years are now in real time. Amazing. Andy bought this property when we were dating only a few months. He had always dreamed of putting "the house" on it. He tore down an existing home by himself plank by plank. brick by brick. Now the house is on its way up. We were there again tonight standing inside the walls and I pretended the doorbell rang, silly but true. So much to do but with Andy around I really believe anything is possible. The other pic is Missi sleeping on the couch this morning when Andy left for the guard. She is an angel. The second is her self portrait. I know she would shit and kill me for putting it on here but she wont see it. I love it I think she is gorgeous.
I chose the front door for the house and it is full glass with an art deco feel to it. block lights with stacking effect. I know it is a victorian home but I think the rectangles in the door will nicely mimic the rectangle windows in the cupula? I hope. think so?
I will attach another pic of the fllorplan and draft of the house.
I work tomorrow. My first full day working in almost tow years. I will be fine. Mon and Wed from 830 to 230.
I had my stress test on Friday and I didnt die so I guess I am doing ok. seriously though I did alright. I had the whole test and tracers and mugga scan and they let me leave so it is ok. The office is very particular about letting patients leave without having them cleared first so I meet with the cardiologist on the 30 th so I will get the typical yell for my weight and then get to go home. I know I will need followup surgery in a few years but I try hard not to think about it too much. Hopefully by then they will have perfected "something" else to make recovery easier or maybe not have to get my chest opened up again would be even better. Mammogram is next on my list of to do. I always feel like I am asking for trouble getting these friggin things done.
But I have come to the conclusion that if I help myself live longer I could actually see grandchildren. Along with the fact that if my husband thinks that just because I am dead he can marry and move another woman into OUR HOUSE with MY HUSBAND AND SON I will haunt all their asses until the end of time!!!!!!

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