Progress...

Bubbles is not in his cage, the laundry space hasn't been measured yet, all clothes are still in the bins they were packed in and I have no clue where my contacts are BUT my kitchen is completely finished and stocked. We actually sat at our kitchen table for a meal for the first time since...moving on, I have so missed cooking. I could feel the stress melt away as the apartment filled with the smell of minestrone. Finally beginning to feel like we're home. Haven't made it to pomegranate margarita time yet but only because I just found the ice cube tray. One thing at a time.

I have room for my table!! And the pretty Husband "bought" for me.

Ahoy there matey. (Get it? Galley kitchen, naval reference? Get it?)

Getting ready for our first meal.

News flash

After a nine and half hour trip with a car sick puppy, we arrived in Lincoln City. After a nine and a half hour trip, *I* unloaded the truck. Me. Myself. How the eff did that happen?

Today was the first day I unpacked a box. Actually, I unpacked several boxes. All of them for the kitchen. Which is smaller than my last one. Per-fect.

Still haven't grocery shopped but I do have a list. I also have a very unsettling amount of nervous nausea. I've performed on stage, read in public and dealt with screamers. Nothing. Put me in a situation where I don't know the outcome and I make what Linda Blair did look like baby spit up.

So now I think I'll go to bed. After I process the fact that Husband just peed with the door open.