The move was a debacle of gross proportions, starting with movers who should have been done with us in four hours, but were cut loose after eight, leaving us with countless trips to complete on our own. *le sigh*

The loft is wonderful and bright and just the right size (with the exception of cabinet space in the kitchen maybe). The perfect amount of space if you don’t consider the obstacle course of wood on my side of the bed which has the following borrowed from Beetlejuice and slightly modified words on loop in my head:

“If we don’t put the bed together tomorrow night / before you leave town for the weekend, I’m going to go insane and I’m going to TAKE YOU WITH ME.”

Cupcakes fix [almost] everything.

If only I’d eaten them and not just shot them through a window during a photostroll with Paulie.