...the stuff...save me from the stuff.

My house is a disaster. I haven't been to the gym in a week. I have spent the last two days either working on Mom's move, or crying my eyes out. Needless to say it's been a rough couple of days. Not to worry kind followers, I am just fine, after all, Tomorrow is another day. (my first and only Scarlett moment.)

Tomorrow is in fact, another day. One in which I will be going shopping for a wedding gown with my best friend, Red. She is getting hitched next spring and still has much planning to do so hopefully we'll get a dress or two nailed down. Course, she also needs to pick a place and a preacher, but those are not nearly as much fun as the dress right.

Weddings being on my mind today I also feel the need to mention that Jeeves and I will have been married for 7 years next Sunday. After speaking with our Pastor we will be renewing our vows after the late service next week in a small ceremony that we are only really inviting our parents and siblings to attend. Afterward we are having a small get together at the house and having a meal to celebrate our not-so-fairy-tale-but-lovely-nonetheless wedded life.

not my house, but you get the idea

I am trying vainly to put my home back together today. We have some redecorating in the house as well as trying to make space for all of the crap. I need some semblance of order before I can go to bed tonight. If I don't get something done soon, the people from "Hoarders: Buried Alive" are going to show up at my door... and there will be so much shit in my house I won't be able to open the door to let them in.