Three days into the new house, and there is still a room half full of boxes.

Not empty boxes.

Full to the brim and still taped shut boxes.

Ugh.

Where the hell did I have all that junk stored in the old house? I think maybe the movers gave me some stuff they had just lyin around in the truck.

Ha ~ that would suck, eh?

My son comes home from his Grampa's today. The last thing my son knew, we still lived in the big green house, and he was still sleepin' in his crib.

Now he'll be coming home to an orange brick house and sleeping in his way cool big boy bed. In his way cool train decorated room with way cool train curtains.

I didn't make the curtains.

No siree, my bonkers aunt (as stinkbutt put it so nicely) is also a bonkers seamstress.

Okay, Papi el Grande wants to rock my box now - so I'm outty.

Take care and slap each other around.

For fun.

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