In Which I Had the Most Amazingly Horrible Day in Recent Record

Upon coming to the end of this day, I had a strikingly overwhelming urge to drink myself into utter oblivion. Much to my chagrin, the adult in me rose up and deemed such behavior a bad idea, considering I will have to get up to feed Too in approximately six hours and greet our moving buddies again in about 10 hours. The feeding part is really what got me, because if the four men that graced my front step at 8:00 a.m. this morning weren't scared off by how I looked then, surely nothing could prevent them from doing their jobs. 

Along that same vein, allow me to give you but a glimpse of the truly amazing day I had.

It's Been Real

(I promise to fill in the moving gaps from where I left off on Friday sometime in the coming week, assuming we have any access to the internet at all upon finally getting to Franklin. Today, however, I felt the need to address the business of the movers and the problems and concerns they elicit.)

The moving company comes tomorrow. So I guess that means that we are, in fact, really moving. I've been in denial for a good month over this, but I think it will definitely slap me in the face tomorrow when a bunch of presumably bearded, burly, lumberjack types show up at my door and begin packing up all of our personal belongings. And in no way will that be awkward.

This particular fact gave me momentary pause.