-Moving was a blast. Who doesn't love moving heavy boxes and then having them scattered from Hell to breakfast all over their house? Oh, by the way, all the repairs/remodels are still not done - which sort of annoys me. But it's livable now, and awesome... so I can't really complain.
-Toby is getting huge. He's straight up muscle - but he's still cute as ever. He's getting sort of better at not crapping and peeing all over the house. But that's still a work in progress.
(Yes, that is a dryer in our living room. And no, I don't TRY to make him run into the wall. Promise.)
-We were trying to put our bed together and I had to run out to the car for something real fast - I had heard a loud bang as I was leaving and just shrugged it off. I came into our bedroom to see my husband laying completely lifeless with our huge shelved headboard on top of his head. Naturally I start to hysterically panic and lift it off his head, and when he still isn't moving I start bawling. The thought to call 911 crossed my mind until I looked down at him and saw a huge grin on his face. Apparently he thought it would be a funny joke. (because the headboard had really actually fallen, but hit him in the elbow - and that's when the light bulb lit up.) I was anything but amused, as I'm sure you can imagine. I started bawling again. Mostly because he had scared the living shit out of me. And partly because I was so pissed off that he thought it was so funny. His response? "I'm just giving you stuff to blog about! *mischievous grin*" Husband, I love you, and I'm glad you're not dead/a vegetable - but if you ever plan on seeing me naked again, I suggest you never play dead. Ever again.
-I got my hair trimmed. My bangs sort of make me look like a boy. Hot. Good thing I have make up, so I can at lease look like a pretty boy. Isn't that right, Don?
-I got my lab results back from the doctor, with a note from my doctor saying that all my levels were absolutely perfect and the only thing that needed a little help was my Vitamin D levels. I read the note to Shawn and he said, "Welp Chels, looks like you've got yourself a case of the lazies." Dammit. I can't even pretend to blame my thyroid for all my problems now. However, I have switched to my new special birth control. And we all know how much I love to blame all my problems on that.
-Speaking of blaming all my problems on birth control - I was thumbing through my Criminology book from school and noticed that Pre-Menstrual Syndrome was in the glossary. I can't wait for that section, because I just know it'll be about a bunch of crazy bitches who blame killing people on their period.
-The basement in our house is a full blown apartment - with a kitchen, laundry room, its own entry and all the works. So we're renting it out to one of our friends who just got married. They are currently on their honeymoon right now... but we're interested to see how the whole, their bedroom is directly under our bedroom thing pans out when they get back. Could be awkward. Could be hilarious. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. Sound proofing tips are appreciated.
-I need to get my butt in gear and start going to the gym again. Why is going to the gym so hard? I at least want to get to the kickboxing classes - because even though they sometimes make me want to die - I sort of love them. And what exactly is this Zumba thing everyone and their cat is doing? I keep hearing it's super duper, and I have no idea what the stink it is. I guess I could Google it. But, meh. I'm apparently chronically lazy, so why bother?
Here's to a short week, Internet.