I’ve been working on getting moved all day.
(Plus, a YEAR ago someone stole my idenity and made a phone account-which they used to call someone at the state pen with. Sexy. And somehow Qwest enjoys sucking a life and I guess never told the collection agencies that yeah, I don’t have a secret felon of a boyfriend, that wasn’t me. So I spent some time on that. Fun. Only not.)
And a little after noon I realized I hadn’t eaten. Like, at all.
Who AM I? I’m not a forgetting to eat type of lady. So, I walked over to Baker & Spice and picked up a flatbread
Is that a terrible picture? Sure. But it was 12:30 and I hadn’t eaten. It’s amazing there’s any picture at all.
It had cheese and pinenuts pesto and sun dried tomatoes. Love.
Revived, I made some progress!
Got one of the book shelves over, and started putting away books
(I thought about showing Jesus how we have bibles so that he’ll know we’re friends before I put them up. But I think showing books to a picture on your wall might be a sign of crazy)
Starting to sort out my clothes
And look! A bed!
Now, before you’re all “dude, a matress on the floor. awesome” I gotta point something out. I’m moving stuff by myself. I’m using my car (a super hawt mercury sable). That’s not an air mattress or anything.
Now that bed is pretty awesome, right?
(Ikea mattresses are not super sturdy, so they can kinda fold. I managed to wrestle it into the car. Our bed had two mattresses, princess and the pea style, so now we can stay either place)
I also marked the house as ours
(Dear listing agent: if you don’t get this soon, it’s mine for life. I will hide it and not share.)
After the feat of strength I had a cookie
Pistachio shortbread from Baker & Spice. They have a couple flavors (today there was plain, chocolate, or pistachio I think), and they’re not gigantic, and only 50 cents. I really hate when I want something sweet and all the cookies are ginormous and three dollars. Cause I’ll still buy one, and then I’ll need to get my three dollars worth, so I’ll eat the whole thing. All I really need is a baby sized cookie I can buy with the coins rolling around the bottom of my purse.
I think I can handle one more load today (that is what she said, I know), so time for more packing!