And I'm now living in sin.

OK, so, I moved this weekend, in case you hadn't picked up on that by now. And if you haven't picked up on that by now, I'm curious to know who you are because I LOVE meeting strangers.

Hi! Hello, strangers!

Anyhow, the process went swimmingly minus Dad taking a stumble with a tabletop, an argument over bicycles and snowboards that resulted in my pouting on the couch, which, by the way, was FULL OF UNPACKED BOXES that continuously multiplied and made me want to stab myself in the arms, the fact that the temperature very stubbornly decided not to climb higher than 407 degrees below zero, too much bathroom and not enough bathroom-filler and that one time we grocery shopped at Wal-Mart. Wait. Make that the 57 trips we made to Wal-Mart this weekend after I vowed months ago never to shop where prices fall and only three cash registers are open. (Note: our shopping venues are limited to Wal-Mart and... uh, I guess that's it. Welcome to The Middle, population: Not Enough To Have A Target. Or a proper grocery store).

We successfully, after much help from People That Do Not Include The Fiance and I, moved all eleventeen-hundred-and-six boxes into our one-bedroom apartment, which, I might add, is beautiful. Now that it's in one piece and not covered in empty boxes, garbage, angry The Cats, and one angry me, who pouts on the couch. Oh, and also one scrappy kitchen table, one 13-year-old bookshelf, two damaged entertainment centers, one too-small coffee table and a couch that smells like lawn mower.

However, despite many shortcomings, we were mostly 400 times more excited to live together than we were upset over scratched tables and decrepit bookshelves, minus that whole snowboard placement incident.

I'm pretty sure we said, "Whoa. We live together," approximately 17,053 times in the span of three days. And can I tell you what I did on my day off yesterday? I woke up at 6 a.m. with The Fiance to boil a pot of water to send him off with the green tea we bought during our First of 174 Trips To The Grocery Store. I promptly removed myself from all things Awake, and returned to bed once he left, but still, I'm domestic.

And this morning when I left for work we said our goodbyes and I-love-yous and gave our kisses, but we then got to say one thing we've never been able to say before, "I'll see you tonight when I get home ."

Ah. Sweet bliss.