Here's a house near Davis Square that has a rather impressive light display.
Here I am as Princess Leia sending a message to Obi-Wan via R2D2.
Here's my brother playing with a plastic bag as if it were a toy and not a dangerous death shroud. (And as if he were 5 instead of 37.)
Here I am - ready to sand sand sand the walls. I tried to make Darth Vader noises through the mask, but no dice.
Here's our new dining room. This baby was princess pink before. Here it is sporting its new color: Benjamin Moore Flint.
And this is from the Man. He generally doesn't use crass language, but we'd already had some champagne. I'm sure you understand.
Happy 2012, all. I'm still nursing my gimpy ankle and trying to figure out how we'll finish fixing the place up and moving in over the next three weeks. Good times...