Ever since Christmas, I've been in the spare room upstairs without any of my own stuff--it's all been packed away in the garage, because a. I had no room for anything, b. my old room was filthy and being used for storage, and c. I'm lazy and didn't wanna unpack anyway.

Well, thanks be to Lisa moving in, we finally de-filthified my old room, got my bed set up (I slept on it for the first time since last October!), and I have officially made the big move--to downstairs. My room is pretty and sunny again!

Another thing that prompted all of this is that there's a huge, HUGE (mormon. Think REALLY huge) family reunion this weekend for my grandpa's 85th birthday, and Uncle Dave is staying in the upstairs room. ...to celebrate Uncle Dave's arrival (for that is always a celebration), we all got drunk at 3 am last night.

Huh..what else...oh! Artie has a crush on our mailman. He runs up to him every day and watches him put mail in our box. ...he's a freak.

Whelp, I do believe it's time I ran off to the petstore. Rule of thumb: If you buy your dog and cat expensive-ass pet food, they will always make sure to run out of it at the same time just to make things that much harder on your wallet. Little bastards...