So very busy! My goodness. I spend every free second moving or packing or unpacking or hanging pictures or cleaning. It's a very exciting time. Every moment I spend in the apartment seems like punishment. I want to be in our house already. We're really making a dent in this whole moving thing. The only things left to do are pack up the kitchen and our bedrooms and get it on over to the NEW HOUSE. The rest of it is just the heavy stuff that I will leave to the manly men for Friday while I toil away, not breaking a sweat at my desk. Ha!
On another note, we inherited a Kirby vacuum cleaner. Have you heard of these? They are heavy duty sons of bitches but I'm convinced you can suck the color off the carpet with them. They have totally changed the way I feel about vacuuming. I am pretty sure I'm able to suction up the particles beneath the foam of the carpet. I'm not exaggerating. I guess these things sell for almost a grand a piece. Friends, if you are paying that kind of money for a vacuum, you take your cleaning very seriously. It is not a joke.
So yeah, that sums up my life. Cleaning, packing, moving, unpacking. It's a jolly good time if you have it. Time that is.
MORAL OF THAT STORY: "Don't count every hour of the day, make every hour in the day count."