In Every Dream Home a Heartache...

Ahhh...moving and setting up a new love nest sounds romantic, but in reality it blows chunks. All day Sunday was spent moving our crap from a 4th floor walk-up and then cleaning out the old place. Even after hiring 4 movers, it still took over 6 hours. At a buck fifty an hour, it ain't cheap. But, they hauled ass, those sweet young thangs.

Still not unpacked. Still don't have the furniture. The living room furniture wouldn't fit through any door in the house. Why does everything have to be supersized? Anyway, we had to send it back and because I didn't have enough pins for my voodoo dolls in the likeness of the furniture sales weasel and delivery jerks, we had to start over again and buy furniture from a different store. Then the alternator gave out on the car and I had to shell out $600 to get it fixed. And Handy Dude was in and out trying to fix our wiring and ground the outlets. Meanwhile, I'm trying to keep the office together because my poor new secretary has been sick. And that's just in one day...yesterday. I was volcanic, so no blog about my weigh-in. Eff that.

Today is a little better. Getting sleep helped.

Scale said 154.6 after threatening a couple times to land on 154.8, down one pound from last week. This after a pint of Strongbow cider and some vino verde last night. Proof positive that stress is a major fat burner.

I could go on, but I'm fatigued from wallowing in yesterday's misery. Time to move on and deal with the newest issues of the day, like: Start drawing up the itinerary and booking hotels for a Tennesee vacation that we're supposed to start on, oh, next Monday.