We're Going To A Party... Dah Dah Dah Dah Bom Bom Bom... We're Gonna Have A Good Time.....

Okay, so now that The Alien has *officially* moved his family in to their new humble abode, the majority of the workmen & trucks have disappeared. Today there were trucks delivering all the tables & chairs for the party, but that's to be expected. I've also seen a few decorators cars over there, obviously making last minute adjustments and whatnot. That too, is to be expected.


However, there was one thing I did not expect to see. Something that stopped me dead in my tracks. A Car. A Car I am now in love with. Totally. Go Ahead. Click on the picture. You know you want to. It's worth the peek, no doubt.



He has, among his growing fleet of restored vintage cars, an absolutely perfectly restored specimen of the 1940 Cadillac Convertible, in Candy Apple Red. I've been mooning & swooning over it since I first saw it 5 days ago. I am totally 100% smitten with this car. I told Mr. Snooty to not leave me alone with The Alien under any circumstances, otherwise, I might forget myself & offer to trade him our house for that car. I felt as if I'd been struck by a Thunderbolt the moment I laid eyes on that car. I'm not sure I'll ever be the same person again... without that big ole boat of a car. I was born to drive that car..... But, probably not.

Oh... So, anyway, tonight they were setting up for the party and I was able to catch a quick picture, although it was almost dark outside. They had someone string white lights around all the tree trunks, which looks very festive indeed. Good. We'll need those to keep us warm in the predicted 102 degrees heat tomorrow.


I have the batteries charged for both of my digital cameras, and I'm loaded for bear Alien, so to speak. I promise to be as intrusive as I possibly can without actually stepping on anyone's toes or making enemies of our new neighbors. I'm certain that at some point during the evening, I will accidentally cut my finger on something... like on a table or chair, in order to gain access to some excellent photo opportunities. I know. As I've said before, I'm a shameless blogging nut. How else am I going to be able to show you some clicks of the inside of the compound? Helllooooooo. Do we want this or not? YES, we do. So, I must play the part of Miss Marple... or someone like that only perhaps a bit younger. You get the picture.

Keep your fingers & toes crossed that I can pull this off. Otherwise, I'm last week's lunchmeat. I can do this with your good will people. Okay, you know what? Even if I don't get the *perfect shots* I've been daydreaming about, I Am Going To Have Fun.