The move out is complete. I type this entry from the bed that Allison and I share. It's all very exciting. Our room is in a total state of disrepair as we wait to procure a dresser of some sort. There are clothes and shoes all over the place. But we're making do. We're making do just fine.
What is not fine? Houseguests. We have 2..... in our little 3 room apartment. Our roomie agreed to let them stay when she thought they were coming for a four day weekend visit. After our roomie agreed she found out they had decided to turn 4 days into 11. It's not pretty. Make them go away please. They ate all of our cheese today. A whole block of cheese in one day?!?! How is that possible?
A little homemade ice cream shoppe down the street from my new home is hiring a cake decorator. It can't pay less then what I'm making now. Maybe I should apply. Having "cake decorator" as a job title feels a little whimsical to me. Everyone could do with a bit more whimsy.
It is time to rouse the roomie so we can all toddle off to a hockey meeting.
Nicole
What I hear: The Price is Right.... the houseguests are watching it in the living room.