Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Pics of the new apartment at Flickr...
Spent most of the day packing... got through about 1/3 of my possessions. And of those, I am keeping... 3 boxes of stuff. I had a ton of junk in there and about twice as much stuff to donate to Goodwill.
Tomorrow, I am working from the new apartment which does not yet have internet. Also I can't seem to find my cell charger, so... yeah, if I drop off the face of the earth, I'm fine. Promise. Wednesday, I'll be back at Dixie's for round 2 of packapalooza, in which I have to reach into the scary places behind my bookshelf where godknowshat has fallen. I anticipate an even larger trash pile than today.
As tedious and annoying as this is, I will have approximately 2/3 less stuff when I am done, which means I will have room for the stuff we desperately need, like cookware and kitchen pans. Furniture might get moved this weekend, but we will need help. Given that it's a holiday weekend, that might be hard. So, we'll see. If you're local and want to help me haul a big ass dresser down approximately 30 stairs, I'll be your bestest friend.
Oh, and, if I didn't say it before: I got to see my girls this weekend. The ones I never ever ever see, including Rac, who's been in London for two years. There was Apples to Apples and there was fondue, both of which were extremely welcome after being stuck in traffic forever and ever and ever and ever amen. We didn't make it to Tribal Cafe, which I am sad about, but driving any more very likely would have resulted in J falling asleep at the wheel.
Rac still needs to set up a Twitter. Like, for real. Telling us you're alive in 140 characters or less once a week or so is the lazy person's "I love you."
Okay, time to get today's load together for moving. Also, to call the vet and set Squeaky up an appt because his cold seems to have come back. He's got runny eyes. :(
XOXO,
Sweaty, tired, kinda bleary Christina
Spent most of the day packing... got through about 1/3 of my possessions. And of those, I am keeping... 3 boxes of stuff. I had a ton of junk in there and about twice as much stuff to donate to Goodwill.
Tomorrow, I am working from the new apartment which does not yet have internet. Also I can't seem to find my cell charger, so... yeah, if I drop off the face of the earth, I'm fine. Promise. Wednesday, I'll be back at Dixie's for round 2 of packapalooza, in which I have to reach into the scary places behind my bookshelf where godknowshat has fallen. I anticipate an even larger trash pile than today.
As tedious and annoying as this is, I will have approximately 2/3 less stuff when I am done, which means I will have room for the stuff we desperately need, like cookware and kitchen pans. Furniture might get moved this weekend, but we will need help. Given that it's a holiday weekend, that might be hard. So, we'll see. If you're local and want to help me haul a big ass dresser down approximately 30 stairs, I'll be your bestest friend.
Oh, and, if I didn't say it before: I got to see my girls this weekend. The ones I never ever ever see, including Rac, who's been in London for two years. There was Apples to Apples and there was fondue, both of which were extremely welcome after being stuck in traffic forever and ever and ever and ever amen. We didn't make it to Tribal Cafe, which I am sad about, but driving any more very likely would have resulted in J falling asleep at the wheel.
Rac still needs to set up a Twitter. Like, for real. Telling us you're alive in 140 characters or less once a week or so is the lazy person's "I love you."
Okay, time to get today's load together for moving. Also, to call the vet and set Squeaky up an appt because his cold seems to have come back. He's got runny eyes. :(
XOXO,
Sweaty, tired, kinda bleary Christina