1. I want to run away to paris. This is not a good choice, but I have vaguely reached the point where I don't think he or I care that it's not a good choice. It's not going to happen, but I wish it was.
2. I am also reaching the point where I just want to throw away everything that is still in bags because it means that we're not using it and it just exists. So, I just want to pitch it. Poor idea.
3. Thank god for S + P. It looks like Salt and Pepper but that's not what I mean at all.
4. At least he hasn't had to go into the office this weekend, which has meant that he actually was able to do a few things around here (never mind set up which still hasn't happened...) but, at least we're getting closer. As soon as the boxes go away, we'll be in MUCH better shape...
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