Tempting.

And I don't mean Jen Adorno's cute little ribbed sweater either. (Which I plan on making one day... one day... after I learn to adjust the sizing to fit me.) It is officially my last week at work. Yay. But I don't want to go in at all. I would much rather just stay home this week and pack. Today is my last late day. I say this but I bet it's not. I ended up having late days 4 out of 5 last week. Admittedly, one was a trade for not being late tomorrow, but still! Tired of working til dark-thirty. So much to do before the move. So many little things I am constantly forgetting. My room is a wreck. The kitchen table is covered in the dishes I am taking. The problem with integrating households when you live with someone is having to separate them later and know what is your stuff and what isn't. Shmoo better decide to keep me! After merging possessions with him, I refuse to separate them! They will just all be mine! MUHAHAHAHAA!