was there actually a weekend or did i just imagine it? goodness knows that it went by fast enough. i suppose that’s what i get for going out every day of it, huh? yeah, i know. me! going out friday night, saturday afternoon/night and all day sunday. surely this is the seventh sign of the apocalypse. duck, the fire and brimstone are nigh.
highlights (because i’m way too tired to attempt to be interesting with words today): beer, “debate”, high school memories, hot dogs, 35 strangers in a surrey backyard, beer, new recipe success, bug bites, ikea, lunch, shopping, shoes, pants, sheet scamming failure, open house, playstation transfer, traffic, white cranberry-peach juice, birthday presents, laughter.
i had to do some serious crash cleaning when i got home last night. my place was a nightmare and i probably would have gone postal on the first human i encountered if i hadn’t. at least the joint now has a semblance of order in which i can really start the packing in earnest. karen’s going to help me move boxes on saturday then m&m&d will help me move the big stuff on sunday.
wow, i can’t believe it’s happening this weekend. *freak*
I want to see pictures the second all your stuff’s set up!