hm.

Hm. That will teach me to ask Ted to just grab something and put it out for me to wear, since he was going to bring all our clothes to the new house. I have a tanktop (which would be okay if it weren’t 45 degrees out and the house door being open a lot) and no socks. Oops. :)

I’m still at the apartment, trying to get a little more work done. I’m not sure how long I’ll be here. I’m beginning to get the feeling that if I linger too long, they’ll just pack me up and move me, too. :)

It was frelling *cold* in the house last night. I had to get my robe and put it over me so I could warm up, despite the comforter and the blanket and the sheet and the t-shirt I was wearing and the cat who was curled up against me. Ted, who was overheated, couldn’t figure out what the hell was wrong with me.

I’m trying to figure out how to politely ask for somebody to go get some doughnuts, since there’s No Food At All in this house.

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  1. Well, he’s probably all hot and sweaty from moving stuff around. Boys usually aren’t so good at picking out girl clothes anyway.

    Mooooooooving! Congratulations a 37th time!

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