Panic Time!

Mr. S. went out and bought a condo for us to move into, which we will do. Tomorrow. Early. Tomorrow. Holy crap we move tomorrow.

I've been cleaning and packing all weekend and haven't really put a dent into the whole hate-filled moving process.

So now I'm just sitting here like a panic-stricken chiuaua left out in the rain...in a hungry lion's den...with a pound of raw meat hanging around its neck.

I'll paint you a picture, we're going to use some colorful metaphors kids. The amount of crap that Mr. S has is around this:



And here is the amount of crap that I own:



So I've been packed for about...well I was finished 20 minutes after I started packing because everything I own fits in my car, but there's still an eff-ton more to do. So I expect some sort of you're-the-best-girlfriend-ever-I-couldn't-have-done-this-without-you-especially-since-I-left-you-to-do-most-of-the-cleaning-while-I-was-gone-all-weekend gift...maybe something sparkly...or wrapped in bacon.

But I am very thankful for the beautiful new condo that Mr. S and I can start our new lives in.

Here are a few pictures of our new home!!: