Old Hannah had a house

With a Ho Ho here and Ho Ho there. . .

23 December 2000

How 'bout I make up for that with a little holiday tour of the Hannah homestead?

I'd like to preface this  by saying Target One Hour blows. This is horrible development.  (And I was using my old camera from high school. It's crap.) Montego's eyes are glowing orbs of galaxial domination.  But the photos are enough to give you the jist. A'ight?

Let's get started.

Come in, the front door's open. . . .  Okay, this is actually a crappy photo.  Man, why am I doing this? Anyway, you're standing behind the couch - the t.v. is on the right and to the left is the dining room. 

Left: The flip view. Look at my  lonely stocking. The fireplace, unfortunately, doesn't work.  So I put a bunch of candles in there instead. How very Pottery Barn of me, I know.

Left: So this is the dining room.  Hey! We're under the MistleToad.  Swak! How awful is that chandelier? 

Left: The view looking into the kitchen from the archway.  That's our "fridge of narcissism" as Bill calls it.  Hey, we like photos.  And Jordan Knight. See him? Okay, the curtains?  I rent.  Let's remember that. Those bad boys ain't mine.  Ah, my lovely Kate Spade.  Where's that MistleToad?

Right: Why is there a paint brush on the island? Do you like my plates? Yup.  I made them. I'm multi-talented. Festive, too. Mo left that popcorn bowl in the sink for over a week. I was ready throw it away. 

Right: Looking back through the house from the kitchen archway.  I did a pretty crappy job cropping this. It's late. I have to leave those blinds up (at all times) so Montego can see the street action.  If I don't, she'll stick her head though there anyway. You gotta pick your battles.

My tree! God, I'm like Crappy McCropper tonight. I need way more lights.  Live and learn.  I asked my mom how many strings she puts up? 'Oh, about 7 of 100 she says.' Seven??  You're looking (or not lookin') at three. 300 little lights buried in the Frasier Fur. (Oh, psst, check out my MATH t-shirt.  I love Math.)

Montego says thanks for stopping by. There's the door - go ahead and let yourself out. 

Oh, and have yourself a merry little Christmas.