Neighbors and Neglect

So I've been cooking up new ideas to write about, and then battling the feeling of, "Stace, no one is reading this, who CARES!?" I have become a blog addict though.  There are many that I frequently read and sometimes I feel a bit voyeuristic because what people write about is so personal and well written.  However, hells bells, I'll write anyway and try to be less neglectful. 

So, Two Things:
One, the decorating has begun. And I have a devious admittance.. I have relegated anything of my husband's that I don't like to the library. Literally, his Beatles poster, his tacky painting (which probably deserves a post of its own) and poster of Old Man in the Mountain are all hanging in a bedroom on the second floor with the DOOR CLOSED... I know it's his house too, but does that mean I have to hang all of his stuff on the first floor where everyone will see it? Do I have to?

Second, we have been blessed with sweet neighbors. Now across the street, could be drug lords, not so sure, however on either side we have very nice people. To our left is a 70 year old couple who have been married 50 years.  They had us over the other night for raspberries from their garden and ice cream.  It was so sweet.. WELLL... This has blown in to a full fledged friendship. (Alliteration?) Yesterday, the wife asked me to go with her to IKEA and Costco so she wouldn't have to ride alone. Now, the razzing from my husband about my new "friend" has been relentless and how I fit in with the elderly crowd is HILARIOUS DEAR, however I think it's very sweet. And I know that it is a gift considering other neighbors we could have had.  Home ownership, a lovely experience thus far.