When I was a teenager (dressed head to toe in black with long bangs in my over-eyeshadowed eyes) I was completely obsessed with Motley Crue. I had a Tommy Lee poster on the ceiling over my bed so I could look into his scary black lined eyes as I fell asleep. I owned every cassette tape the Crue had made and even a few bootleg ones. I never missed a concert. I even wore a black denim jacket with the Motley Crue Theatre of Pain faces airbrushed on the back. (Even when it was 80 degrees.)
Thank heavens I wasn't interested in tattoos or I would probably have those Theatre of Pain faces on my butt. Terrifying. Why am I telling you this? Well, if you didn't know me you might not know that my absolute favorite-ist song ever was Home Sweet Home. And without this treasure trove of background information you might not realize how this song has taken on such deep meaning for me now. The lyrics have been playing in my head for weeks. Talk about an earworm.
"My heart's like an open book
For the whole world to read
Sometimes nothing keeps me together at the seams...
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
Home sweet home"
Guess what?
I'M HOME!!
Card from our fabulous neighbors! |
But we're HOME!
My house! Told you I have the best neighbors ever. |
I'll get pics up ASAP. Right after I unpack 55 more boxes.
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