Date Night = Exhaustion

Romance was not in the air this date night. We picked up our happy hour pizza at Duccinis on the way home from work, sat down for a few minutes to unwind, and then were all business (or at least I was all business). I do recall blurting out "Hey YOU! Stay focused! This is not the time to read beer blogs and download music!"

First we tackled the stash of clothes under the bed. There was a lot of head scratching and statements like, "hmm, haven't seen that in a while," and "oh god, did that really fit me once upon a time?" and "who knew we had skinny midgets inhabiting the dark corners of our apartment...I wonder if they'll mind if we give away their clothes?" Needless to say, there's quite a bit that will be going to Goodwill tomorrow. Books, an old space heater, and the extra small kitchen appliances that we never abandoned when Jesse moved to my end of Columbia Rd. We made a lot of progress, as you can see. Thankfully, I'm so tired that I won't be able to even think of all the things I have to do tomorrow and Sunday.

For a fresh perspective on life, I took a step back into our entryway and realized that it looks like our walls barfed boxes and pure chaos. I chuckled at the thought of the 5 different occasions when people visited our "large studio" and probably had heart palpitations at the prospect of paying nearly $1500/month. I bet the management company can't wait until August 5th. Well, neither can I.