So we FINALLY moved every last piece of crap from our old place into the new house as of last Friday, May 1st (our lease ended April 30th @ midnight). Did I mention Tom decides to have a Cinco de Mayo party AT OUR HOUSE which is TOMORROW!? I'm just a tad bit frustrated right now and I told him that this house will still be in shambles but I will do my best to get the living areas looking nice for the party. He of course wants shit put away, off the floor, unpacked, even if it's just jammed into closets/cabinets. I told him not a problem at all, I'll have everything put away, cleaned, and ready for the guests, just move the party to July fucking 4th.
Ok, I take that back...I'm not just a tad bit frustrated, I'm completely PISSED OFF.
And my left wrist is not working today. After 3 weeks of lugging shit to and fro it finally gave out. It feels like it's going to snap off even when I hold a q-tip to clean my ear.
Ok, time to get back to shoving shit into closets and jamming things into drawers.