Of life in boxes

WE HAVE A HOUSE!!! *collective sigh of relief from everyone that Renee interacts with on a daily basis and muttered prayers that she will no longer be such a stressed out lunatic*

It's on the north end, was a total God-thing, and it is *adorable*. I shall post pictures soon.

Oh, and we got a dog. She's a stinky little bugger of the baby basset persuasion. We call her Rosie. And Rose McGee. And Rosary. And Bad Dog. (Though, we only reserve that one for when there is pee, poop, barking, or, her new favorite thing, shredded toilet paper rolls.)

And my parent's house of 17 years sold. (Also, the Lord was involved in this in a BIG way.)

And I have a nephew. (Mr Awesome's sister and her husband.)

And Mr. Awesome now works in banking.

And we got a new car. (Which, the whole buying-it situation was something I would liken to the 3rd level of Hell.)

So as much as I feel like I should feel guilty for not updating my blog in an obscenely long amount of time--I don't.

I did miss ya'll though and now that there are only a few lingering boxes in the garage--oh, alright there's one in the office too--life should settle into something a little more...normal.

Ha, right, normal.