The moving.  Oh, the moving!  And it's not over yet.  Nope, not really.  We're still unpacking all the decorative stuff in the apartment.  And, well, there's still stuff at the house.

We've got to go get a storage unit for all the stuff that still won't fit in the apartment.  Yep, even after the kick-ass, no-holds-barred, get-rid-of-it-all-and-float-away yard-sale, we've got "stuff".  It's the plight of the apartment-dweller.  Apartment-dwellers and hoarders are the reason mini-storage unit complexes  exist.  We may have belonged in one category before the yard sale, but now we're legitimately in the other.  If you don't have an attic, basement, or garage, and you want to keep your kid's artwork, pictures from your own childhood, a comic collection, holiday decorations, and a Christmas tree, you're going to need a storage unit.

Damn it.  So long as we're OUT of that house by Sunday.

We have the internetz back!  Whoo hoo!

Now I have to go unpack some shit.  You know, 'cause these boxes don't live up to my definition of fancy.