Packing has taken a drastic turn for the worst. In order to pack I need to empty our full-to-the-brim closets and in turn take up more floor space in out already-too-small apartment. This little equation does happiness not equal.
Rod's began the very long process of his new sleeve tattoo. First Installment is Kurt Cobain, should be finished in the next month or so...just don't tell him it looks like Warrick Cappa. Austin's clearly a fan.
Crazy wedding times ahead with 3 weddings in a row towards the end of April. I'm going to need every ounce of creative energy I can muster. At least the move will mean I have more room to work in, this whole 'minimalist' kitchen is someones idea of a cruel joke.
