1st night in the bungalow

Olive was a bit nauseated from days of moving and not sleeping. It  also wasn't easy for her to leave the place she has lived in for so many years. 

I'm pretty happy to be a house person again. Apartments life is not my bag at all. It is hard to get used to how loud everything is.

I'm used to walking on a carpeted cement floor right next to the roar of 39th street.

This house is on a quiet street so all you hear is the croaking wood floor "SCRAAAAW" and banging doors.

 I noticed this because I got up to awatch the sun rise and was trying to be as quiet as possible.

Last week we made it a point to savor arriving at our new pad as a visitor.

Now that we spent our first night we can call it home.

The lady who invited us to live here is a real fantastic human.

I can tell we have a lot of the same "Classic P.N.W. bohemian playbooks.

I'm gonna make it a point to be on point being a good roommate and friends to her.

Meanwhile...we took lots of brakes during our clowny day so stop and eat the roses.

Hope ya got some laughs from this blog
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Covering over the old place.

It was very sad.
That is how it goes.
Like what we do?
We live out of a tip jar (sometimes chicken sometimes feathers) if you are in a place to keep our sunny side up and rubber side down then feel free to drop off a donation at our website.
http://oliveanddingo.com/donate/
Thanks! It's a great town to be a clown.