We're all moved in. By moved in I mean, overrun by boxes. Lots and lots of boxes. Not to mention sore muscles. The dogs are slowly adjusting to absolutely no carpet - can you imagine carrying a 33lb corgi, and a 60lb collie up two flights of slippery stairs? The third dog, our newly adopted fella, has no issues and loving it. I just open the door and he does some running around and I can call him back in. The other two are just too unpredictable for unsupervised outing time. There is a lot of space but I realized something upon moving in - we have a lot of junk.
Today is my birthday, so I'm looking forward to having a great meal with my boys and a giant cookie.
And can you believe that delivery persons don't come to the front door - I mean it's red!?