Just a day.

Another end to a long day. Getting settled is one giant pain in the rear and I believe I will live in this house FOREVER. All I do is move one load of crap to one place and then move another to another place, ALL THE LIVE LONG DAY.

Of course, I also make stupid lazy ass decisions because I am, well, an lazy ass. Today I tried to move the bookshelves with all the stuff still on them. They only needed to go a little ways. No lifting, just sliding. I'm sure you can see where this is going, I sure wish I had. If you own REAL wood shelves, you would be led to believe that the shelf supports are metal. You would be wrong. They are plastic, in which case they give way and the whole kit and caboodle crashes onto the floor. You save no time with this scenario because now you get to clean up broken glass and cry. I unloaded them and they are now residing in their new (oh, lets just hope it is so!) space.

I cleaned up 100 billion bug carcasses. Gross! Washed and vacuumed the floors and shuffled the crap around. Tomorrow is another day and maybe I will actually have something that resembles a room. All my furniture doesn't fit, so the room looks a little (ok, a lot) like a furniture warehouse. Chairs, tables, couches all just pushed together into a furniture orgy. So, so sad.

Now I am going to make popcorn, drink my water and sit in the chair that is closest by the fire. It is a foggy night (again!) here and the tv is calling my name. LOUDLY