Many apologies for the lackluster blogger! I'm currently in the midst of packing for my move up to DC. Justin has bumped up our moving date by four days due to some family issues, which means my life has been consumed by boxes, window cleaner, and yards of packing tape. (And a little editing.)
You're so jealous of me, aren't you? Haha.
Do you know what's ironic about packing? My apartment has never been so clean before. In the hopes of receiving our security deposit in its entirety, I plan on scrubbing this place until it shines like Hilary Duff's teeth. (Have you seen her chompers? They're mighty white!)
I'm gonna smell like bleach and lemon-scented Clorox wipes.