Awesome, thanks! Love the kitten who can't jump.

Frankenbuddha, that sounds like a daunting task. Is there a friend who could come help you make decisions?

The problem is going to be getting into the stuff. If I get the furniture in first and am able to get the stuff I know I am keeping into shelves and such, then I will be able to do the culling without a problem. It's that first part that's got me concerned. I probably am overreacting, but I'm down at least a third of the space I had in the last place.

But it's mine. Mine. Mine! MINE!!! cue maniacal laughter here

Ahem. Well, and the bank's, technically.

And it's shiny (a lot of it got a complete overhaul after a sprinkler incident).

Here you go, smonster: [link] this cracked me up this morning.

sarameg should appreciate that.

Ugh. A friend of mine moved to Oregon a couple months ago, and a few weeks ago we were chatting and she was all "yes, I want to come up to Seattle, but also I have friends meeting me in Portland (this weekend) and I would love you to meet them, you should come down!" and then when I checked in with her earlier this week was all "I don't know if we'll stay in Portland or we might come up to Seattle?" and i was like "cool either way just let me know", and now, when I'm texting to go "which is it y'all?" she's suddenly "oh, we're going to Mount Hood today and tomorrow to Eugene, but maybe you could meet us in Portland on Sunday afternoon?" Um, no. GRRR. I thought I had a fun exciting weekend in Portland on the books, and now I have none. BOOOOO.

Man, I'm really starting to trip about this wisdom tooth thing(And having to go in on Sunday morning like I'm a gutshot mobster and the vet's gonna take the bullet out cause he's...a friend of ours...TOTALLY NOT HELPING.) I know it's routine and I've been stalling for ages, but still? This is one place where I'd gladly be special and hangout on the sidelines.

I mean, I've absolutely had hack doctors before, but this time I'll be unconscious, practically. And it's not helpful to tell a control freak like me "You won't feel a thing." What if the drugs make me sick? What if they are the sensation I've been waiting for all my life? What if my mother does actually crawl up my ass? And my dad is paying, so I'm sure the excitement won't be over when the teeth are gone...OMG, KMN.

I won't lie, erika, getting your wisdom teeth out isn't fun, but the seriously unfun parts are short lived. Plus there's usually ice cream.

At least there are only two. And ice cream's good.

I don't remember ice cream so much - but mashed potatoes, scrambled eggs, and pudding are all pleasant memories.

Easy healing-ma.