Today, I packed my butt off. I don't mean literally, I wish literally... Anyway. I worked mostly on the kitchen trying to pack things that I have decided we don't need for the next week and a half. I'm pretty proud of myself. It's going slowly, but it's coming. I packed a lot of little things like, extra kids plasticware, and extra bottles, some mugs and then big things too. Like our extra large George Foreman grill that grills 10 patties or something crazy like that. Which we never use, except when I'm pregnant. Ha. I kid, I kid. But really. So with the kitchen a mess I decided that the perfect dinner idea would be, going out. Obviously. I'm pretty sure that eating out while moving, is the only good thing about moving. So, I was super stressed out and only feeling two types of food. Either italian or Mexican. I talked to The Hus and he was on board. Yes! Earlier that day I had talked to one of my friends who is also moving and remodeling. I wanted to stop by and see their progress. Their new place is close to one of our fav Mexican gem, hole in the wall, restaurants. Can 'gem' and 'hole in the wall' be used in the same sentence? Well, I just did, and I meant it. Mexican it was.
As I was getting ready to go out, I realized it had been FAR too many days since putting on any kind of make up. So of course, I took some pictures. Quite the occasion. And plus, we were eating out, at a place with a waiter. Which has also become quite the occasion these days. *sigh* Such is life.