One good thing about my husband being a manager of a restaurant is his access to lots and lots of heavy duty, well constructed boxes. He could bring home over a dozen a day, if he could fit them all into the car. I’ve already gone through seven boxes, and that’s from Ryan’s bedroom and our bedroom, both of which aren’t yet fully packed. *cry*
Alyssa is napping. Ryan is babbling away to me from his swing, and Kirin is perched in my lap. Blueboy is perched elegantly (well, as elegantly as an overweight, poofy cat can perch) on the edge of the couch, looking at me. If he could speak, I’m sure he would say something along the lines of, “Silly, sad little human. Stop your insignificant activies and come over here and worship me.”
Anyhoo (did I really just type that?), I’m off to work on a new theme for Lavish. I’m in the mood to pack, but I’m out of boxes until Dan gets home this evening.
aaw congrats on your new home. It’s nice to see a family succeed. Good luck with everything!
Oh, i was wondering if you’d like to exchange links. let me know.
I’m glad your happy now.
Moving is a hard thing to deal with. It’s very stressful.