Remember when my surgery date got bumped up and I freaked out? Well, it’s happened again and I am once more freaking out. This time around however, it’s a good freak out. As in can’t contain myself holyfuckholyfuck I’m exhausting myself with excitement kind of freak out.
Our moving date has been bumped from July 31 to Friday.
THIS FRIDAY.
Yes, as discussed previously, I am one of the seven people on the planet that actually likes moving. Wait- that’s really not a strong enough word- I fucking ADORE moving. (It hasn’t been confirmed, but I may have been dropped on my head as a child.) I may not be around the interwebs for a bit, but rest assured, I have not been hit by a bus, I will be too busy obsessing over which wall to hang BB King or some other such ground breaking decision.
Steve is equally excited for one reason, and one reason only, as per our conversation last night.
“Hey Babe! Only 4 more days and you get your normal girlfriend back!”
“I better!”
