It basically shits all over it. Like really gross first baby poop kind of shit. Not that I've had a baby, but plenty of my friends have and I've been around for the first few days of diaper changes to know that its genuinely disgusting. Well thats what my life has been like, one hat ooey gooey turd like mess lately.
Too much to do and no where near enough time. I have a thousand projects I am working on and while I am moving they have kind of all had to be turned down to a simmer because I've had to focus all my chi on getting things squared away at home. Which makes you think "Well Jossie, you moved Feb. 19, so shouldn't you be all unpacked by now?" Why no, no I'm not. But thanks for rubbing s little salt in that still very open and raw wound.
We are still missing some furniture that has to come in, and without it I can't unpack properly. And P.S. my fur baby Bailey can't come home either. So my sole mission in life these days is to finish the damn apartment so my pup can come home because having her stay at mom and dads for 9 months is 9 months too long in my book. My parents were AMAZING with her, A-MAZING and I love them for taking her on and treating her like their own but I miss her, I miss her waking me up with kisses, sleeping curled up in butt, getting cranky with me because I'm not rubbing her enough and humping all the toys she can find big enough to hump. I want the move DONE.
The new place is genuinely great though. So thats nice. Spacious. On the water. Taco and I have our own rooms. Super homey. We have a front porch with furniture and all our crazy little gnomes, etc. Space for all our books (and there are HUNDREDS). All our art fits. Its perfect. We love it. Its home.
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| Our Shared Deck |
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| Our Front Porch |
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| Ms. Kitty Paws, we have a lot of neighborhood cats |
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| Yes, we keep the beers where the veggies should be, we have our priorities |
2 comments:
Hahahaha...that where we keep our beer as well :)
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