A box of wine, my laptop, and thou.

So, forty minutes into the Oscars I fell asleep. Boo.

The house has been packed up, fixed up, and staged. Evan and I are getting adept at plumping pillows and arranging wine glasses. The kids are slowly realizing that their stuff is gone. Lucy: "Where's my kitchen?" Us: "It's in California, waiting for you!"

The movers were fine, except they packed a bunch of stuff in Lucy's room that they weren't supposed to. Somewhere in Edison, NJ there is a bunch of boxes with Lucy's brand-new Bitty Baby and crib, her diapers and many of her shoes, which will most likely be too small for her once we can unpack them. Hopefully the diapers won't be of use at that point. They also packed some important paperwork, but that was my own damn fault.

That Damn Rug is out getting cleaned and packed. For those of you that don't follow my Facebook page, I will update everyone on the Saga of That Damn Rug in a new post.