3 Days to go...oy vey!

So...there are 3 full days remaining until I take that giant leap and drive out west! Things are much better now that Polly is gone, my stress level had lowered, and so overall I don't feel like a train has hit me multiple times.

I have a wedding of a dear friend on Saturday and then it will just be one more night before I depart!

Today, I thought it would be a great idea to clean out and vacuum my car...it was all going according to plan until I busted my ass on the front steps. I'm talking, fall and break your shoes (both of them) kind of tumble...almost similar to this lovely lady.






I've got a bruise that resembles a flounder...and it hurts...a lot. I can't even sit down, hopefully it goes down by the time I head out because at this point I cannot imagine spending 10 hours in a car with a bruise the size of Colorado on my ass. Maybe I'll just look at it as a casualty of war...the war being the move?

Like I said, pretty epic.
My room seems so bare, its strange living in a place where nothing really belongs to you. George is getting a bath and trim tomorrow in my attempts to prepare him for the move. I hope he adjusts well, I'm worried he won't be happy...but I've just got to stay positive!