Elizabeth is home from Hawaii, possibly for good. Ben is coming home (to what will be his new home) on the 30th of October. We have finally vacated our beautiful apartment in Frisco and moved into our horribly hoarder-ish house in McKinney. There are boxes everywhere and no matter how many I unpack each night ... more boxes appear each day. I wake up and there are six more boxes blocking my view of the backyard. Only the dog is happy. He gets to sit/sleep/lounge on the couch at will. We can't find his bed.
Elizabeth's best friend is getting married on Saturday and tonight is her wedding shower.
Every night this week and next and next and next ... are all booked. And then, of course, there's a wedding coming. Hers.
How are the wedding plans coming along, you ask? Well, we have a dress. And a venue. And that is darn close to all we have. This move has been the death of us ... and nothing else has gotten done.
So here I sit. "I Love Lucy" is on in the background and there's a water bottle in my hand. And a laptop in front of me. So much to do and ... absolutely no desire to do it.
Remind me not to move again. Ever. Not even off of this couch.