Windy Mayes Photo

If He Didn't Amuse Me So Much...

I'd have to kill the little shit. (Even as I type he's trying to pull the plaster off the walls)

This is how I left things when I went to bed last night:

This is how I woke up this morning:

Time Keeps On Slipping

We haven't had a firm date for moving into the Millionaire Mansion.  All the Millionaires have been packing at a leisurely pace believing that we had until mid-April. Today I found out that I am actually behind schedule!  It's a big job packing up without knowing exactly when you will move, considering what to pack and what to leave out. Now that we have a better idea, the Millionaire and I have been going ninety to nothing. Of the two of us, I'm by far the more organized packer. I stuck to the kitchen today. All the cabinets and drawers are empty, the pantry is empty. Everything has been scrubbed.  What you see on the counter in the final photo is pretty much all there is until we move out.

My day's work:

Errands Just Got A Lot More Fun

I voluntarily woke up before 7 am today just to take it out for a spin. (I know!) Testing the limits of the cargo area with a great thrift store find was giggle inducing and didn't  even come close to filling that sucker up! I'm already dreaming of our next vacation....

I want to call her Bertha, but the Millionaire isn't sold on the idea. Yet.

Oh, and to make my day even happier, I saw this:

 

Not Quite Related

Gus, assuming that he is hidden

Awesome thrift store find for the new house

Neely's "Rock Star Present"