The mattress moving this morning went a lot smoother than planned. Even though my friend Colleen and I have the combined upper body strength of, say, Stephen Hawking, we pulled it off in record time. Colleen pulled some uber-swift MacGuyver knots while attaching the box spring to the roof of the car. However, right now my apartment looks like a furniture warehouse. There are mattresses and tables and chairs everywhere. I'll deal with that when I get home tonight. In the meantime, Pookie the Fearless is spending the afternoon napping on the new arrivals. It gets his seal of approval.
Below are some snaps from Kristin's bachelorette this past week-end. They were all taken my Steph B., since mine are still being whizzed and processed at CVS. Actually, I'm just too lazy/busy/forgetful to pick them up. Anyhow, more to come from the rest of the evening.
But in the meantime...
Kristin, The Bride
Sangria and a Klassy Penis Straw
A coy, but married, Sue
Me, Wearing the Sangria
