The Parts Box

Tip your movers.

Especially if the TWO of them are gracious enough to move your 100 boxes and 45 furniture pieces on a federal holiday.

As it is with any large endeavor, there are always...problems.

Our dining room table is apparently one of those tables that requires you to put the leg in the exact corner it was manufactured for. And let me tell you, if you get them in the wrong corner, that table warps like an Ikea cutting board (for those of you who've owned one). So we have spent the last hour playing musical legs with our dining table.

My favorite thing to unpack is the kitchen. Course it's a pain in the ass to rewash all of your dishes...Gets even worse when your dishwasher is busted...when it TURNS OUT that your dishwasher is busted.

Yeah, turns out the dishwasher is busted.

Oh and it smells like burning.

I have a dish drying rack, but I cant find the plastic thing that goes under it. That and I'm not sure I want to wash my dish collection by hand. I have a dish fetish and were talking about A LOT of dishes.

I should probably start working on my closet...or the office...or the living room...anything really.

David and I are going to take the Metro to the Mall tonight. See the fireworks and such. I've never seen the White House so I'm kind of excited.

"...they sell things for apartments small...IKEA, IKEA...selling furniture for college kids and divorced men..."

Ok ok, back to work.

For a little bit.