Packing

Husband and I are moving in to our first home on the 24th. That means I should be packing right now, but alas, I'm doing this instead.

In my mind, married Joy would have been up hours ago and the living room would be vacuumed and the dishes would be stowed in the dishwasher. She'd have half the knick knacks packed up and would be organizing all the books so that when we unpack them they'll be in alphabetical order. Instead, I slept in on purpose so I wouldn't have to deal with any of that crap. Pretty tricky huh? Or maybe just irresponsible. I guess once you're married it doesn't mean you become a better version of yourself. Who knew?

Oh well. Time to put some pants on and deal with life.