breaking it in

we haven't yet moved into our new apartment, nor have we even signed the official lease.

but we've already farted in it.

kz and i went to check it out today and get a sense of the measurements for our furniture (good thing, since it's smaller than we thought - but at least with more closets). we were in one of the bedrooms discussing how we could possibly have both a home office with separate desks and a guest bedroom in the same small room (answer: you can't) when we each let one rip, in perfect synch. our reflexive high-fives followed with the usual platitudes ('good work,' 'nice tone'), and we both beamed as we declared, "yay! now it's really our place!"