Umm, you named your house? Butters?

Well, yeah!

Loads of folks name their cars, boats, planes, plants, iPods, it’s just a thing. Humans anthropomorphize just about everything in their daily lives; it how we relate. And a house, particularly one we’re spending so much time making truly our own, certainly deserves to be treated as one of the family.
Plus, there’s the practical reason. Kelli asked that I name the house to avoid confusion; I’d say Thomas and I are going over to our house – “which ‘our house’ do you mean?”. 

Ok, so that’s the why name a house.
Why on earth Butters?
There’s this show called South Park. You may have heard of it? Quite sweet and wholesome; never offensive, really kinda dull.
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Ok, so if you haven’t seen the show, you probably don’t want to – but we do love it, and have for years.
Again, Kelli gets major credit here. We were discussing the need for a name while shopping at work (we both work at the same WFM – yes, we’re adorable), and then we started throwing out random names.
Ralph was thrown into the ring (yes, that Ralph) as were George and maybe even a Bob or some such name. Then Kelli suggested Butters. It had been a long day and we were both rather punchy.
But, well, I love Butters, so does Kelli and so does Thomas.
I immediately fell for it, but wasn’t so sure that Thomas would, though I kinda thought so.
Turns out I know the man I love and bought a house with! Handy, that.
But, Butters is awesome. He’s sweet, silly, naive, and totally adorable.
Ok, I’m having some trouble finding good clips of Butters – if anyone can find a good one, please let me know. Here’s a link to his Wikipedia entry though.

So, yep, we named our house Butters. I’d write a bit more right now, but we’re moving some of Thomas’ stuff in today, I need to put another coat of paint on a door, and we have a birthday party for Thomas’ grandmother this afternoon. Busy day – again!