I should. I should be packing a box right now. Instead I’m drinking coffee, browsing Ravelry and playing Neopets. Oh, shut up.

We’re leaving the heavy shit, most of it. I’m keeping my living room tables and my lamps, I love my fucking lamps. But the couch, chairs and ottoman are going. Our mattress set is going. We’re going to get a Select Comfort, I don’t give a fuck if they are 3k, I want one and I’m going to fucking have one. Spoiled much? Blame my husband, he’s the one what gives me just about anything I want. Have I mentioned how amazing he is and how motherfucking hard it is to live apart from him? I miss the hell out of him, I really do. We’re in pretty much constant contact over IM, or were, he starts his new job today, so I probably won’t be hearing from him much except at night. Next week he flies out to San Fran for orientation. He’ll be out there a week. I’ll be here procrastinating any actual work toward the move. I did get all my yarn, fiber and dyeing supplies packed up yesterday though. It wasn’t as bad as I thought, my yarn only filled up two big plastic totes, the fiber I was (barely) able to cram into one large cardboard box. Thank fuck it’s squishable.

I’m also trying to get my office packed up. I’ve moved my laptop down to the living room so I can start packing up the electronics. The only thing I have to leave plugged in is the router and modem so I can have intarwebz and tv and my vast selection of animated shows. I am quite pissed because I’m getting an error when I try to play Mario Kart Wii, it won’t read the disk and it’s irritating the fuck out of me, because that game rocks all sorts of ways. Speaking of rocking games, I’ve been playing The World Ends With You on the DS. Dude. Fucking hell, what a brilliantly developed game this is. The story is awesome, the game play is great, the reward system is fantastic and it’s just very engaging and fun. One day I could be working for Square Enix as an animator. How fucking awesome would that be?

I am hoping like hell we hear back on our offer today. I think they have till Wednesday, I’m not sure, I didn’t sign or read any of the paperwork. We’re going to do a quick claim deed since his credit is a little better than mine. That way we’ll maintain a reasonable interest rate. We’ve got all the paperwork together, or mostly together. I still have to get to the bank today, I have a couple of checks to deposit and I need hard copies of our last two months’ bank statements.

I am determined to be organized in the new house. I bought a couple of books off Amazon. They both came highly recommended and they’re both by Martha Stewart. Fuck it, as long as I get organized, I can put up with her creepy smile and suffocating tone. I also ordered a label maker and I will be buying all sorts of containers and labeling shit and hopefully keeping shit organized. Getting rid of a lot of our stuff is going to help a ton.

We really did.  We made an offer on this one.  It’s perfect for us.  The basement has almost the exact same square footage as the house does.  And a sink, a big one.  I’m going to have one hell of an art studio.

It sits on a little over 2 acres.  On one side is corn.  On the other side is mountains.  The yard has apple and cherry trees and is beautifully landscaped with lots of flowering plants and vines.

I’m going to get to have chickens.

There is a hot tub on the back deck.  Did I mention you can’t see any neighbors from the back and only one neighbor’s yard is visible from the front yard?  Privacy, I haz it.

The house was built in 1982, but I didn’t hear the first creak on any of the floors or on the steps going down to the basement.

The woman who painted it was apparently fucking color blind.  That will be the first thing I do.

Riding around looking at houses is more exhausting than I realized.  I’m still brain dead.  I went to the grocery store today to pick up bachelorette food and couldn’t figure out why the damn place was so fucking crowded.  It wasn’t until I was checking out and heard a cashier wish a customer a ‘good weekend’ that I realized it was Saturday.

Jat is in VA now, he starts his new job Monday.  He’ll be working a 4 on/4 off schedule, which will be nice, because that means he’ll be home more.  I stayed up as late as I could stand it last night because I hated the idea of going to bed alone for the first of many nights.

I miss my husband.  Damnit.

I hope they accept our offer.  I really do.