Compartment

Our apartment is so tiny. Even, too tiny for me, and that's tiny! It's just that we have all this stuff, tons of it. CDs, LPs, books, cats and thousands of things to plug in with only 4 outlets in the whole place to plug them into. Something has to change fast!

For crying out loud

On Monday, my first day back from work, I guess I returned from lunch a little late and someone commented about it. This is all I have to say about that:

Unless you're my boss's boss, you have no right to make a note to my boss that you saw me come in late. That's in annoying, nosybody territory. And for the record. I get my work done.

Now that I have that out of my system...

If I wait another day to do laundry, I'll be wearing surplus honeymoon lingerie, a sweater and itchy wool skirt tomorrow. Fine if this were winter, but with all the sunshine that I brought back from Mexico, it's just too hot out for winter clothes. 85 in April.

And from the can-I-get-a-what-what-department, Belle & Sebastian show this Friday. Hells yes. I wanted to try and leave early for it, but I don't think I'll be able to leave the office so early since my boss put me in charge of the "mice" while she's out. Maybe I'll set some mouse traps.

Everything is fine.

Phew. We made it. Married, honeymooned, back in the USS...A. I got sick, not from drinking the water, but believe it or not, from eating bad italian food in Mexico.

I came back to two needy cats, a tiny, hot apartment crammed with wedding gifts that we need to use, but don't have room for and over 300 unread emails at work. I'll be back when I've dug myself out.

Only three more days.

Wedding day countdown: T minus three days.

I can't wait for:
-Being married to Leon.
-The food.
-The honeymoon in Mexico. MEXICO!!!

What I'm hoping won't happen:
-Rain.
-Leon's poor voice still being gone.
-People that weren't invited/didn't RSVP actually show up.
-Somebody dies.
-Somebody eats all the food.
-Somebody gets too drunk.

Wish us luck.