Apologies for going AWOL

Greetings from my new fancy apartment!

I defend the lateness of this post, because I was swamped with prepping and moving not one, but two apartments. Yup, T and I took the dive! We are now situated in a pre-marriage co-inhabiting bliss, complete with some new furniture and pups. I can't qute express how excited I am to have ceiling fans, two floors, and a big ass kitchen. It's awesome. So I will now write to you from my humble abode. (We even have a covered parking spot. You'd think I'd have struck gold, I'm so happy.)

Promptly after hauling our worldy possessions and storing them haphazardly in our new place, we up'n left for Virginia for a week. Yeah, we drove. It was great though, we surprised my parents and brothers by showing up a day early. Wish I would have had a picture of my mom's face when she opened the door. They were all pretty happy, but my mom then immediately rushed to clean the bathroom and put sheets on the beds. It was a good mini-vacation though, we went to the beach (where I got probably the worst sunburn of my life), and Busch Gardens (where the worst sunburn of my life did not take the the heat too kindly), and lounged about at home. Worth the drive.

But now T and I are back at home, where we have put things in their place for the most part. Our living room is in good shape, complete with a brand new entertainment center (score!), new dishes (double score!) and even a vaccuum (I feel like a queen!). The dogs have slowly adapted, but the Little One doesn't like to be in a room by himself. He mostly follows me around until I'm settled in one spot, where he sleeps. The Pretty One is pretty much relaxed, even going upstairs. I was worried about her, but it's the little guy that is more freaked out than she is. They both barked at the door the other day. Probably the third time I've ever heard Pretty One bark, ever. Protective already of the new place.

We're also back to work. T works every day, same set hours. I am preparing for tax-free weekend at work, which feels a lot like gearing up for war. I have more hours this week than I ever have before, double what I normally work. It's not too bad, but it was hard getting back to work when all I want to do is get the rest of the apartment in order. And be with T, rather than leave for work right as he's getting home. That kind of sucks.

But money is money, and soon I'll be at work for the University. I put in my two weeks at work, since it's not doing me any good. I'll have a job and a stipend. Mama's a breadwinner for bein' smart.

Till next time, I'll bear news of the tax-free weekend front. Over and out.

S