So my household goods came today. Which is great because I got today off to make sure I met the delivery people. What sucks now is of course finding homes for ALL. MY. STUFF. holy shit, Internet, I thought my house was huge, and my 1700pound shipment laughed in my face. All of my cabinets are used. All of my drawers are used. And only 1/2 of my stuff is put away.
We look like we've been robbed.
Remember how much work I put in to making sure my studio apartment was stripped to only the essentials?
My items must have multiplied. Or, (and more likely) I was still in the single person with nothing in the house mindset. Plus I have been kind of buying whatever I wanted as far as the kitchen goes in the last 5 weeks. But DAMN.
Sadly, my stuff did not make it here unharmed. The wine survived, but a plate in the original packaging from the store (never opened, still in the gift wrap from the wedding) broke in half, and my Rachel Ray huge casseroval shattered into so many pieces I was afraid to move the styrofoam.
And the best part is that David has to work late all week, so he is neither here to help or keep me company. After 10 hours of nonstop running around and cleaning and unpacking, that's all this girl wants.
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