I got me a job.

See, even though I *want* to sit by the pool of our apartment and count floaters (no, not those kind) day in and day out, it’s just not practical.  Someone has to pull down a job to pay for the fact that I am eating my body weight in Panang curry each day.  Turns out, that person might as well be me.

Surprisingly enough, it didn’t take me long to land one.

(you were surprised, weren’t you?)

Behold, my new boss:

Now, I am employed doing very important work on the Internets for Hub’s startup.  I’ve requested to be named Chief Internet Warrior Princess, but you know how slowly things get done when they have to go through an imaginary HR department.  Conversely, in the news of progress, I’ve been working going on three weeks now and so far haven’t been canned.

I begin each day by sauntering 15 paces from the bedroom to my “office” in the living room.  It’s pretty low key, although I’m brainstorming office drama to stir up.  Throw ideas at me if you have them.

I was *really* hoping to boast of our fantastically entertaining road trip to Boulder, Colorado with clever anecdotes and hilarious pictures but turns out, so little excitement happened on our way to the mountains that it has taken all of my brain power to muster up this post.

Bare with me while I recap my (multi) state of mind in bullet form.

Minnesota:

• there were slobbery goodbyes and ugly cries.
• the government was away on holiday.
• the weather was oppressively hot and so was my singing (take that for whatever you want it to mean).
• Hubs was nursing a cold and cleared his throat a billion times, which I responded to with sympathy and get well wishes.

Iowa:

• we named our rad GPS, a gift from MamaP and my twin, Miss Dez after she got overly agitated by our detour to find gas near Des Moines.
• I neglected to make any corny jokes about the corn fields (until now).
• we may have encountered a minor setback when it was suggested (no, not by me, don’t be silly) that a gas station will surely be at the end of this road when all that was actually at the end was A DEAD END that we couldn’t back out of without unhooking the trailer and car combo and cussing at the sun.
• Hubs purchased and downed one bottle of 5 hour energy and I counted windmills.
• Hubs, nursing that lingering cold, cleared his throat a billion more times, which I politely ignored.

Nebraska:

• we stayed in a seedy hotel that served us “cinnamon rolls” and egg jello molds for breakfast. (Damn right I stole the soap and hair net).
• we got gas, which could be up for interpretation but you’d be right either way.
• we listened to The Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad and holy hell that took a long time to get through.
• our butts and legs went numb and even I ran out of things to say.
• Hubs, surprisingly still sick, cleared his throat excessively, prompting me to scowl and shoot imaginary angry birds at his face.

Colorado:

• we *finally* made it to our destination and extended tired high fives and weak yelps of yaaaay.
• we hired movers to help us unload our mountain (fitting, no?) of crap while I staggered around our tiny apartment looking for fresh underwear and face wash.
• we walked to an adorable little Thai place and enjoyed some killer curry for dinner.
• Hubs was *still* nursing that frickin’ cold and kept on with the throat clearing but I cured my annoyance with three glasses of wine and went to bed.

(stupid picture, I know)

It’s been been a little over a week since that lengthy road trip transplanted us in higher altitude.  Think it’s about time I tell you what we’ve been up to now that we made it here?  Soon, my pretties, very soon.

Don’t get your Minnesotan long johns in a bunch.  You see, we spent weeks packing up all of our belongings until the garage resembled an impenetrable cardboard thicket of our very cherished crap.  Then, before we had a chance to catch our breath, Moving Day showed up.

Hubs secured a big butted truck,

God selected a tortuously muggy evening and I purchased classy refreshments,

and we rallied up a crew of fine muggles to work their Tetris magic (see, they have magic after all!) on our ridiculous amount of heavy furniture and my shamefully expansive collection of craft paper and stickers.

You know what?  It was a hard, yucky, and dreadful task.  But, our friends did us right that night and that’s why Hubs and I are huge, huge, HUGE, Packers fans.

My dear Packers, thank you sincerely for your generosity and very hard work.  I am overwhelmed by your kindness and care and feel honored to call you my friends.  Thank you, from the bottom of my heart!!

P.S.  This picture was too cute to keep all to myself.

Did your heart just melt?  I know, mine too.