But we are halfway moved in now and I'm LOVING the new place! Our fridge doesn't leak and is currently stocked with only nine cans of beer and a bottle of wine, as opposed to being stuffed to the brim with three sets of food.

Paul made the executive decision to abandon Taz at the old place for the night so we wouldn't have to deal with moving the kitty litter box and all the various cat accessories...not to mention the ordeal that is trying to stuff the cat into her carrier. She's gotten so big that it's really quite impossible to put her in that thing without her full cooperation, which, PFFT, yeah right.

Have I mentioned that I've been living in Apartment 13 for the past year? It may be silly but SERIOUSLY that place is bad luck. I am totally convinced that now that I'm moving out of god forsaken number 13 life will be peachy keen, I will get that great job I've been searching for, my health will improve and the world will be in perfect harmony.

Another perk of our new complex is that the laundry room never closes. Which means no more rushing to pick up laundry before the crazy old lady who manages the place locks my clothes in at 10 p.m. on the dot. There are also three big grills in the communal patio area for Paul and our apartment manager signs for packages! No more getting things shipped to work! Whee! Life is good.