Moving is still kicking my butt, y'all.
If you thought I was cracking up a bit living between two houses, you should see me lose it over three. Stuff. All our stuff. In three different houses. I had a closet meltdown moment Saturday morning. What is it about the closet? I haven't cried that hard in a long time, and yes, it is wonderful to know that when you've been pushed so far that you sob on the floor with your dirty clothes hamper, someone will be there to pick you up and tell you that, no matter what, we'll get through it. Thanks, baby, I needed that.
Sunday we moved all the Christmas Stuff from the Yorkshire house. Avondale is next. Anyway, the scary truth is that both Matt and I have more Christmas stuff than you average crazy person. Say, 1 1/2 times. Put that together in a new house, and yeah, we have to do some culling. I think maybe we'll make our planned December open house a Christmas sale also. Like that ornament/mug/candle? For five bucks, it's yours! Our garage, our lovely TWO car garage, is stacked to the brim with Christmas boxes. I think it's a disease. We're seeking treatment. But it's gonna look awesome...
Thanksgiving is next week. Is that right? NEXT week? How is that humanly possible. Matt has to work (hope all you Brinks customers feel secure! My hubby has to miss Turkey day to answer your smoke alarms!) so I'll be heading to Chattanooga to Gramma's by myself. I've been asked to bring my famous Pecans with Rosemary and Crispy Shallots--pecans? Ok, I think I can swing that. Since I'm hosting/cooking Christmas dinner all on my own this year, that sounds just perfect, actually. I'm exhausted already.
Zoe the cat and I are off to the vet today to hopefully alleviate the multi-colored puking. If anyone has some amazing stain remover recommendations I'm all ears, because I can NOT get these spots out of my cream-colored carpet. Anyway, Zoe has been behaving like a goth teenager, sleeping in the dark in the closet all day and only coming out to turn up her nose at whatever food we suggest, and I'm hoping whatever ails her is easily (and cheaply) remedied, as it's also time for the other four animals' annual vet checkup and shots. Cross your fingers for the Zoe-girl.