Moving and Shaking

It’s coming down to the wire folks; the big moving day is almost here.

We spent the weekend vacillating between being excited, being exhausted, having a garage party and walking in the sunshine.

Our garage party was fun, some serious flip cup happened, and it happened early, which I think is to a party’s advantage. Cause then everyone’s a little loopy before the party has even really started. Here are some pics from the party taken by Chicagoist Editor Rachelle, please don’t look at the pictures of me though, unless you have to. It was an all around good time and I’m glad we did it. Cleanup was minimal and since we’re all old, everyone went home fairly early.

Saturday we went to go see our new apartment again, which we were longing for. We couldn’t really remember it completely and seeing it again made both of our hearts flutter. As John said “put me, the apartment and Margaret in a room, the apartment will be the prettiest one there”. It was a slight slam, but I got what he meant.

The moving itself is going okay, packing away. Now it’s down to the nitty-gritty and we’re trying to fit little things in big boxes. After I realized I could have fit one more clock-radio into a box before I closed it off, John and I decided it was like Schindler’s List, if you can just save one more … it’s going to make all the difference.

We’re getting there.

Is anyone going to watch the new season of the Bachelor? Or am I alone in this?