Update 11/2 – 11/8
I spent a lot of time this week unpacking and nesting. I am realizing that I am incredibly bad at mopping. Dr. Rach actually thinks what I’m really bad at is sweeping, but either way, keeping my pretty tile clean is a challenge. I always watched a bunch of TV on my big screen because I could.
I forgot to include this pic from last week. We decided to have a group photo at the launch, but then this one guy jumped in and literally pushed Oliver and I out of the pic – and now I’ll always remember how I was on the outskirts of this great team photo.
On Thursday night I randomly decided to move all of my furniture around 12 times and then left it where it was because I was too exhausted to move it. I was like Maureen on prednisone. Here are some of the variations.
I haven’t bought a kitchen table yet. I know I should because it’s totally something people have in their homes. I just can’t decide what I want or where to put it. I invited my friends over for a brunch on Saturday, but I didn’t necessarily want to rush getting a table. I went back and forth about it, and finally was like, “Meh. I don’t need a table.” But then, after midnight as I was lying in bed I panicked and ended up ordering a folding table on Prime now and it arrived at 8 am the next morning. I put a table cloth on that baby and we were ready for brunch!
I also made one of those recipes from facebook. You know, the ones that are like super easy recipe! That you look at and you’re like I’ll totally do that and then you never do? Well, I defied tradition and made these tiny quiches that were yum. I had a super great time with friends, asked them to help me move more furniture, and stuffed my face with food. It was perfect. That evening, Matty came over and we got to catch up. He tried one of those deprivation tanks where you float in salt water in a pod of darkness and just enjoy your own company free of distractions. Only, he kept floating into the wall and also got a little claustrophobic and opened the pod, and generally didn’t enjoy it. But he has 4 more passes to go, so maybe the next time will be better. J
On Sunday, I went to the dog park and did some chores and probably marathoned Newsroom. Not that exciting, but I did unpack some pictures including this note that I framed from my dad. It was given to me with one of Frita’s special Christmas gifts, and it made me smile.