Load em up! Move em Out! Rawhide...

The boy and I have had two crazy weeks. His sister had twins last Tuesday. I went to the dentist and found out I have to have approximately $3000 worth of surgery done on one of my teeth none of which is covered by my insurance....awesome. Now, we have started the packing process because we are moving out of our tinny tiny apartment this weekend. I am strangely calm about the whole thing. Normally, a move would shoot me into the stress stratosphere but not this time. It could be all the wine I've been drinking prior to, during, and after packing everyday. It could be the excessive amount of exercise I have been doing. Either way, I feel oddly passive about the whole thing. Our new house is very purple (the landlord's choice), much bigger than our apartment, and will be shared with one of the boy and I's favorite people. Yep, we will have a roommate. I just hope I can talk him into cooking for us several times a week so the all-burritto-all-the-time diet the boy is on can come to an end. Actually, I am hoping having a roommate will inspire both the boy and I to stop watching crappy reality TV and to cook more. Once were settled...poker games and mint juleps on the front porch every night. Who's in?