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I can has a bedroom!
Woot! We are officially downstairs instead of the guest bedroom! I cannot begin to explain how happy I am that I am going to be sleeping in my own motherfrakking bed tonight. This was not without its catastrophes: we lost not one but two fill kits during the move, someone walked all over the bed's bladder, the surround shrinking, and a garden hose which leaked and did not fit in the bed, but it's done and made now and I can't wait to more than roll around, trying to rearrange the fibrefill.
We broke out the shoji screens tonight, too, so not only are we down here, but we have a blocked off area as well. Of course, that means the toilet still isn't screened off, but I will walk upstairs to pee for the time being, as long as it means we have a door. We also put our books away, all eleventy billion of them, and set up the mini-fridge and the microwave.
Priorities: we has them.
The kitten was possessed by a slightly more competent demon tonight. As soon as the 23:00 news is over, the hallway turns into Kitty International Speedway, in which Racetrack is the sole participant. Most of her trials include hurdling the furniture and trying not to get a) strangled by me or b) smacked by Boomer. Periodically, she stops for minimal petting or to stare at one of us like we're going to eat her. It runs till about 2am, at which point it returns to Kitty Siesta Time.
Tomorrow looks like more unpacking, lawn mowing, and maybe more laundry. I still have no idea where 90% of my clothing is nor do I know where the rest of our clean sheets are. I do, however, know where most of my shoes are. Like I said, priorities: I has them.
We broke out the shoji screens tonight, too, so not only are we down here, but we have a blocked off area as well. Of course, that means the toilet still isn't screened off, but I will walk upstairs to pee for the time being, as long as it means we have a door. We also put our books away, all eleventy billion of them, and set up the mini-fridge and the microwave.
Priorities: we has them.
The kitten was possessed by a slightly more competent demon tonight. As soon as the 23:00 news is over, the hallway turns into Kitty International Speedway, in which Racetrack is the sole participant. Most of her trials include hurdling the furniture and trying not to get a) strangled by me or b) smacked by Boomer. Periodically, she stops for minimal petting or to stare at one of us like we're going to eat her. It runs till about 2am, at which point it returns to Kitty Siesta Time.
Tomorrow looks like more unpacking, lawn mowing, and maybe more laundry. I still have no idea where 90% of my clothing is nor do I know where the rest of our clean sheets are. I do, however, know where most of my shoes are. Like I said, priorities: I has them.
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Plus, I like telling people I have a waterbed :)
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Photos of the kitty on the speedway? :)
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Of course, apartment pictures have to wait till I'm not sleeping with a dishwasher :)
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and priorities: i has them too... moved in june 15th into the new place... have i hung up any of my clothes? nope... but i definitely know where my shoes and coolers are. heck.. it's the summer... we don't really need too many clothes anyway! :)
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Are you new to Providence or were you just moving within RI?
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