boxing.
holy crap we’re moving in less than three weeks.
instead of packing, can’t i just click my heels together three times saying “there’s no place like home…there’s no place like home…there’s no place like home” – and VOILA! – everything’s all settled in at the new pad? are the sparkly red shoes a prerequisite? cuz i’m pretty sure i can get my hands on a bedazzler…
late night knits.
hi there, it’s been awhile (yet again). don’t have much to say except it’s saturday night, mister random is out with the boys, and i’m home alone. i enjoy alone time, but lately not as much as i used to. i’m lonely; so mister random? please come home soon. i need to be tucked in…
