There was no food to eat in the house tonight, so I was forced to have an ice cream sandwich and a Simply Limeaid margarita (double, don’t judge) for dinner. I drank the margarita out of an oversized mason jar. I chased my dinner with a sleeve of semi-stale overly-crumbly off-brand while wheat crackers. I’d tell you to feel sorry for me, but the truth is, I am still just out of whack from Christmas + vacation + home buying. And I think it is a general Internet rule that you are not allowed to complain about life disruptions that occur as a result of something awesome like a vacation.

Right? That’s totally a rule?

Anyway, tomorrow I’m'a get all domestical up in this joint. I must restore order to my life. Also, I must survey the current status of The Things We Own because it’s looking more and more like we are T-minus 1 month to moving, and that means this month I am going to show the bulk-trash pick-up guys a pile the likes of which they haven’t seen since the last natural disaster, ya heard!?

Watch out to-do list. I’m coming for you.