Everlasting gobstopper

I hate packing. I hate moving. Sadly it's a necessary evil. I'm moving into the homestead with the parental units. They asked. I said yes. I gave my notice. This is the first time I'm moving of my volition. No landlord kicking me out. It's kind of nice.

Except the packing. I cleaned out my closet of everything but my everyday clothes and my bridesmaid dress. I still have a ways to go.

Sharlene and I spent about two hours at the homestead doing some cleaning and such. We managed to get a lot accomplished. Not as much as we would have if we had a working vacuum cleaner. My room, (with the exception of the rug) is ready to move in.




My darling princess turned three yesterday. How quickly they grow up, huh?





Look how tiny she was?