"It's the Itchy and Scratchy Show!"

Alas...just an evil stare and sniff from my favorite pet, Sid.

Happy Valley Road, Kuna, Idaho

This Old House

I leave for my parents house today after work. I can't believe this is the last time I'll ever be in our little ol' house in the country. It's so strange to think of not going there at Christmas time...and even stranger to think of someone else making their own traditions there. My family has been getting more and more sentimental about it as the day approches. When we were all together last month for the trip to Monterey, we had a great conversation about all of our favorite memories of the house. I've started a little list of the first memories that come to mind when I think about each room in the house. Maybe someday I'll make it into something more than just a rudimentary list. Wierd...it's just really wierd. Matt and I were talking on Tuesday night when he was down here for work. We were trying to think of little things that we might be able to take from the structure of the house itself to remember it by. Mom and dad are saving one of the original brass light-switch covers for each of us. I suspect I'll do something cool like have it put in a window box frame with a picture of the house or something. I wish I could steal a nob off of one of the kitchen cupboards, some of the yellow wallpaper from the bathroom, a swatch of the awful yellow/brown carpet that's still in the hallway and dining room, or pretty much anything else that has seen all 30 years of our life there. Think they'd notice? I wonder if the house will miss us as much as we miss it? Surely you can't love anyone more than the ones you've known from the very beginning.