It's the little things

Builder Boy was one of the many people who helped me move this weekend. (Yes, I know, I owe y'all big.) After getting most of the stuff from there to here we went shopping. (I think I melted the debit card.) But the important thing is that I now have door handles/locks that no one else has the key for. It really is the little things that make it feel like it's yours, and you're not just visiting.

Tonight I got a fridge for free, well almost free. It needs some cleaning, but for the price of a scrub brush, some bleach, and some baking soda it's mine!