TBH I have no cute workout clothes
TBH I have no cute workout clothes, and so I grabbed these leggings to be trendy. But the verdict's still out. Currently I have 5 outfits left hanging in my closet, while the rest are shriveled up via the kind of Spy Kids contraption space-bags are. Turning on the vacuum and seeing a huge pile of clothes become a little pillow size wrapper offers a satisfaction only tired movers can high five about.
But we're doing it. We're getting there. And we've officially switched to paper plates and take-out food which I'm not mad about. I forgot how easily a kitchen clean up could be. Plus there's something very Deep South high school bonfire party, country music blaring, dancing in the truck headlights about drinking Pinot Grigio from a red solo cup. This is me speaking as if I know, knowledge acquired from the likes of Luke Bryan. Thanks 96.9 the CAT. But it tastes like Summer, and lake days are just around the corner so I'll cheers to that (!!!) and I'll cheers to 2 more days of living in an apartment turned storage room with little pathways from the door to the kitchen to the bedroom.
1 big adventure down. On to the next. Thanks God : )