Jimmy Hank and KG

So, as you may have read in my previous post, I flew to New York to look for a house for our family to live in. (Hey Aunt Paige! How did you like my prepositional stranding in a relative clause? That’s some cutting-edge grammar, right? Apparently the cool kids are calling it “p-stranding”…which I have quite a lot of experience with, frankly.)

Anyway, it started out all fun and cozy but turned into a real pain in the cheeks. There are houses all over the place in New York. I know because I saw them…ALL!

Day One (Houses Seen: 5)

Yay it’s all happy-go-lucky!!

Day Three (Houses Seen: 75)

Ha ha…ha…I’m going to kill us ALL!

Day Four (Houses Seen: 1003)

I’m not even playing around anymore. Somebody smooch my belly before I go berserk!

Day 6 (House Seen: 1003)

Okay THIS is much better. Why do people get out of bed?

Day Seven (Houses Seen: ALL)

I made it! I’m going home! I don’t know what everyone was so upset about…

Piglets!

p.s. Your nickname for this post was “The Troglodytes.” Dad says it means you like computers…alot.