We are outside. I am smoking, and having my morning coffee (and twitter), and we're waiting on the 'moving guy' to come and take us away.
I so would've put myself in there, too, but I promise you that I don't look half as good as Amy from Selfish Mom in the mornings.
I'm actually not a nervous wreck yet though (even though I did just try to light my cigarette with my cup of coffee), but I'm sure I will be by the end of the day. (Good thing that make meds for that, huh..) My dear sweet mama has practically put everything together for me. She even went this morning and bought me a microwave, a coffee maker, and (wait for it. wait for it.) COFFEE! She knows how I am without my coffee.
I'm starting out with a little bit of nothing, but isn't that how everyone starts? I can build myself up from here. This is a new beginning for us, and I'm pretty dang excited.
Please excuse me while I go dig my pill bottle out of my purse,
