So, Bryan’s already spilled the beans about our latest endeavor.  We’ve decided to buy a house.

Which I’m alternately psyched about and dreading at the same time.

I HATE MOVING.  Hate it with a purple passion.  Hate it with a fervor unbridled by a thousand suns.  I hate the packing, I hate the unpacking, I hate LIVING IN BOXES.  Oh, just thinking about it makes me want to go bathe.  All of that chaos.  All of that disorganization.  Stuff just laying in boxes, with no order or rhyme or reason.. ::shudder:: Continue Reading →