So, did I happen to mention we moved? We’re at least in the house. Living in the basement apartment in what I’ve affectionately learned to call our “love nest.” Grandmother tells me that we are, in fact, living in “sin.” But since the wedding is only 6 short weeks away, it is really a sinlet. Barely a blemish on my permanent record, really now.
That’s okay, I think she approves.
Oh, in other news… I found my knitting bag. Behind the dollhouse under the mountain of unopened boxes.
I miss my toaster. I want waffles.
