Oh Lord. I can't see it. The light at the end of the tunnel? I think it's being obscured by boxes and dust bunnies. Will we ever be settled?
We had our kitchen put together really quickly. I told The Targo the kitchen should be a priority so we don't eat out every night. (Our neighborhood has fabulous restaurants.) The kitchen is clean and uncluttered. There's nothing on the counters except for a couple of black and white cats.
We had the living room put together too. The Targo's dad came over on Sunday. He kindly brought us the rest of our wedding gifts (we didn't have room for them before) and took a bajillion boxes of books with him. The Targo tried to get him to take the chair too. The Chair! There's not really enough space in our living room for the papasan and the chair. So, Mr. Unilateral-Interior-Designer decided we were getting rid of the chair. Long story short: The Chair is still in the living room. Boo-yah! After his dad left, The Targo decided to get the office/Peanut-room put together. *weep* The living room is once again a box colony. I can't find anything. And when I feel like we're getting one room under control, I turn around and the boxes are setting up camp. Gah!
I'm slowly going crazy, Internets. This Crazy is not only manifesting itself in my giving inanimate objects distinct malevolent personalities, but also I can't seem to find my internal monologue. Have you seen it? I thought maybe I packed it with the remote control batteries and The Targo's alarm clock. I haven't found them either. Anyway ... Case in point: yesterday, while crossing the street - legally, at a crosswalk - The Targo and I were almost hit by a woman (driving a luxury car, of course) rolling through the crosswalk while talking on her cell phone! I said "Hi lady! Nice crosswalk, isn't it? Get off of your darned phone!" The Targo walked really fast, I think in effort to not be associated with me. "You know you're going to get us killed, right?"