I’m moved.  Well, almost.  There are still random things at the “old” house and tons of boxes, camel crickets and dust balls at the “new” house, but the point is, all my furniture is here and most of my sanity.

Since I’ve been so ridiculously consumed with both a.) moving and b.) not getting fired by ALL of my clients, I have been neglecting the blog.  And frankly, no one wants to hear me gripe about my sore back, my cranky demeanor or the sobbing fit the first night I used my very dirty, very depressing “master bathroom shower”. 

Nicole has been a lifesaver.  Not only does she make even the most daunting task seem like “OMG! NBD!” (Oh My God, No Big Deal!), she actually lends a hand. She assured me that the bathroom was “fixable” and that no additional tears need be shed onto the cold, unforgiving, and very dirty grout.  She blogged about the process today (and made it sound like I was totally calm and sane, bonus points for you, Nicole).  And extra love for making it seem like I am posting an entry without really actually having to do it.

Yes, before and afters coming soon, especially since Robey rampaged through my house and threw out every stitch of artificial flower I owned.  It was the kind of purge I love.