As I've mentioned a bajillion times, The Targo and I are moving next weekend. I'm so excited! I'm admittedly pathetic being this excited about a move just a mile away, into a place that's only about 100 square feet bigger than our current place. But still! It's a new place! Rah! (Exclamation point much?)
Right now, our apartment is the picture of chaos. The Targo and I are both frightened that all of the boxes might kill us in our sleep. The cats, however, are enjoying new places to either judge or attack us from. As I type, they're plotting my demise from on high.
See why I'm excited?
I'm also very excited about the new Harry Potter book. My roommate, occasionally known as my husband, has been making fun of me nonstop regarding this matter. I'm trying to keep my "squeees" to a minimum.