Good news: I am drinking coffee that I made. It has stevia and cream in it, because the Hubbit, precious Hubbit went to the store for us last night. Now we have a fully stocked fridge. Amen and Hallelujah. I’m so happy that it’s the end of the workweek. There’s the rumor, the magic, the mystery that we’ll be released early today, so I’m hoping for that. I will come home and start food prep! Just making deviled eggs (as… Read more »

Well, actually, I have coffee. I just don’t have milk/cream/whatever to put in it. And I can’t bring myself to drink it black. There’s just almost so much I can handle when I’m this tired, and black coffee is not on the handleable list. The good news is, it’s technically “Thursday” meaning two more days of the work week. Not gonna lie, I’m really looking forward to a long weekend. Like, it’s maybe overshadowing actual Thanksgiving, which is a holiday… Read more »

So, we moved. And it was awful, as moves always are. Tears were shed, as they almost always are. But, as I write this in our new house, in our mostly clean and unpacked living room, I have to tell you, it’s nice. Real nice. I’m exhausted, of course. In every way. Praise the Lord and our prudent planning that this is only a 3 day work week, and that there is a strong rumor around the office that we’ll… Read more »

Not much has changed since we last spoke. We’re close to done with painting. Not as close to done with packing, but still close. Gonna grab me a sugar free Rockstar on my way home and get to town! I ended up working until almost 9 last night, so by the time I picked up food and got home, my energy and allergies only cooperated long enough for me to get most of the third bedroom done. Got a little… Read more »

How you doin’? I am, how you say, sore as heck? Surprisingly, I’m not that sore (yet) in my arms and back, which were what were getting so tired painting yesterday. My glutes and hammies, though, are killing me. Almost as much as saying “hammies.” I apologize. Moving on. We got so much painting done! The house looks much, much less beige/ugly. I am happy. I got a fair amount of packing done, though I still need to bust it… Read more »

Why, yes. The title of this post IS a B*Witched reference. Can we talk about how much that album mean to ten year old me? Answer: A LOT. Leaving the 90s behind, let’s regroup a little, circle back around, and talk about the giant elephant in the room: This is obviously not a Fashion Friday. Now that we’ve given our deductive reasoning a good workout, allow me to essssplain why: Something malfunctioned with my phone and it’s dead. It’s probably… Read more »

Well, Helloooooo. Do you want to see some little sneak peeks of our house? It’s a beige monster. I think you’ll agree it has great bones, but what you’re about to see is graphically, offensively one-note. And that’s okay. Because in the far, distant future, we will be ripping up that beige carpet and putting down gorgeous, dark wood. and that is a game changer. I’m telling you this so that you know that almost everything is completely temporary. We’re… Read more »

I hope you’re thinking of G.O.B. right now. Anywho, we move in one week. ONE. WEEK. And I don’t even have any ice cream to stress eat. I made my official to do list last night and just about flipped my ish. The good news is, we ordered our appliances last night as we enjoyed a delicious dinner. Praise the Lord, there are “early” Black Friday sales going on, and we managed to save just over $1,000 off of some… Read more »

We are officially homeowners! Or homeboners, as we are likely to say. Because we’re mature like that. We met our Realtor to do a final walk-through of the house, and much to our chagrin, it wasn’t cleaned, as we requested in our contract. We’re talking like years of dust on the ceiling fan, people. Not a pretty sight, and not something this super allergic to dust gal likes to think about. Our awesome Realtor promised she and the other agent… Read more »

Today, we’re buying a house. Today, we become homeowners. I feel suuuper adult. I’m excited. We can paint and transform and decorate and build a home. We can have parties and family and friends over. We can actually, for realsies, make a home. I can make and hang wreaths. We can, eventually, do things like landscape. We can do whatever we want! It’s our house! I’m also nervous. That’s a lot of money. Like, a lot of money. Not that we… Read more »