we found a place! HALLELUJAH!

and it's about @(*%$& time!

wolfeinelli inc headquarters will be moving to 92 hawthorne street in just 17 short days. i will not disclose the rent on here, as i do not discuss things like rents in greater new york city....this is because to those fine peeps who live in new york or other expensive metropolitan areas, our rent would seem like a STEAL, yet to those who live in less populated areas, it would appear more like a ripoff.

but i will say this: we are moving to a lovely block in prospect lefferts garden for little more than we pay now. we will be a mere six stops to the city on the Q train and just 2 blocks from prospect park! we will have two bedrooms in a lovely pre-war building with hardwood floors and great big windows. the unit is entirely renovated, as in the plastic is still on the toilet seat, so our hienies will be the first to sit on it. it is up one short flight of stairs--easy peasy for the biscuit and for transporting things like strollers and drum kits.

here are some pics:




i am psyched. while moving can be a bit of a stressful endeavor (or, atleast, the packing can), i love making lists of things to buy, going shopping for home bargains, decorating, picking out paint samples...the whole nine. i'm needing this fresh start. i am so over all of the annoyances of 89 maujer, starting with the pests (i think the final straw was the giant flying cockroach i came nose to nose with last week. horrifying.)

on another disturbing and frustrating note re. vermin: my animals have fleas!! first i noticed them on the biscuit, which is just ri-dingdong-diculous, because he was dosed with frontline. turns out that under all of that thick white fluff, the woob is also crawling with them. my theory is that they hopped on the woob during one of his suntanning sessions he likes to carry out on our patio table. because his outdoor visits are so brief, i didn't bother giving him a flea preventative. bad kitty-mama, i know. so now, both of our pets are swimming in chemically, flea-killing goodness (that i hope for baby max's sake doesn't get all over my fingers and cross through the placenta when i apply it to them.)

and in baby max news, i am now at 26 weeks! we just had our appointment with sandy woods, one of two midwives who will go through this pregnancy with us and possibly deliver the babe (it will be either sandy or corie macqueen, our other awesome midwife.) after drinking a really nasty orange liquid for my one hour glucose screening, i was weighed and measured and poked and prodded by sandy and given the "all good" prognosis once again. thank god. max is doing great in there...he even kicked when he heard his own heartbeat! i wonder where he gets that rhythm from?....