I slept walked (sleep walked?) the other night. It was totally creepy, like I could feel myself doing it and couldn't stop it. Not a huge fan of that at all.
I went back to 80's night after taking a four months off. While I don't think it'll become a weekly thing again, it was nice to get out and dance.
The house is still in boxes. It's sad. I have no energy or motivation to unpack. I should really get on that as last night I invited his coworkers over for fondue. That's right, I'm breaking out the fondue pot from it's years long hiatus. CHEEESEEEEEE
I'm excited for fall just like Pomme. I think this season has the best fashion and I totally feel my cutest in the cardigans. I really want to get a pumpkin this year. We have the perfect front porch for it.
Life is in no way perfect. Things are all jumbled and in some ways messed up. But I'm ridiculously happy. I know it's cheesy and sappy and lame and I'd been fighting it for a long time. It's really nice. Okay, that's all I'll say, promise.
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