Large Pizza With Onion & A Wild Coincidence

Too tired to think about dinner, we ordered a pizza Thursday night. The woman who delivered it told us that she had no trouble finding the house -- because she used to live in it! She rented it for six months in 1981 and loved it.

It was a happy house, she said. Part of the reason she thought this is that one of the early owners, an elderly woman, used to slide down the stairs on her bum, laughing the whole time.

Our friends Paul and Katherine are concerned that our mental health is in danger if we live here too much longer. The lead paint is now well-covered, so we think we're OK.

As long as we're not in a restless phase, we agree that the house is a happy place. If in doubt, all we have to do is slide down the stairs.