Public Whining

No less than 10 seconds ago, I turned down an invitation to eat a positively scrumptious dinner with Redblur and She-Who-Should-Be-Cloned so that I can continue working on the 50 pages of minutes that I must have complete before my wittle head touches pillow. This is me pouting that it is humanly impossible to finish the 20 pages that remain in time for dinner.

And now my stomach is growling at me. Can't say as I blame it.

Oh, and for those of you out there wondering, Aaron and are officially all moved into the apartment. We currently live in a 2-bedroom, 2-bath storage unit. A lawnmower and weed eater in my living room are not exactly ideal decorations, if that gives you any idea. I have everything I'd ever need... but I have no idea which box it's in and no way to access that box even if I did.

But underneath the whining and serious need for sleep (and homemade chutney), did you know that I'm actually happy? lol