Here’s just a few quick pics of our new apartment. If you’re coming to the housewarming pretend like you’ve never seen these.
Vintage Chris, Vintage Milton Bradley Game Cards and Chubby Little Drawers: There’s bourbon in there…
Calliope’s Favorite Chairs – that’s her Toy Manatee on the left one.
Calliope after a Busy Day
Praying Mantis and Sofa
Bedroom Sitting Area with Ugly-But-Necessary AC unit
Bedroom Catwalk – for Models Who Like To Read
Indoor Herb Garden
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Y’know what sucks more than packing? Nothing. Nothing is worse than packing. Packing makes me not want to move at all. As in “not move” off the couch. I definitely want to be in the new apartment, I just want all our stuff to magically be there before us. I’m trying to tell Chris that we don’t really need to pack at all. The new place is right up the street, so the way I see it we can just have, like, two boxes. We can carelessly fill ‘em up, drive ‘em over and dump ‘em out over and over again. I think it’s the best idea I’ve ever had.
Chris is taking the bigger closet in the new place which means I’ve got to get rid of some clothes. I’ve been burrowing through drawers and ripping things off hangers trying to stay emotionally detached while I destroy my lovely little closet. It looks like a family of badgers has made a nest in there. Maybe I should just leave it all and get all new clothes to go with the new apartment! Now I think that’s the best idea I’ve ever had!
