We're moving tomorrow! Aaaalllll my stuff into Ray's apartment. A U-haul and an SUV full of stuff and more to come. It was amazing to see how much we've actually gotten from showers and such--gifts alone filled my mom's car! And I'm going to be up all night finishing laundry to pack my clothes and cleaning my room to pack everything else. So four of us, all of who have some kind of physical problems except me (but I'm a weakling) trying to move furniture and bakeware. Because apparently people think I like to bake. No pots, pans, but various bakeware sets and about 10 muffin pans. Now, just because you see me eating everyone else's baked goods, doesn't mean I like to bake. But I guess I have to learn because Ray doesn't bake. But he's super excited about the rice cooker. Whatever. Anyway, lots of good stuff to fill our apartment with.
P.S. We got our marriage license today! Drove all the way to midtown to get a Fulton license, and both of us got lost (I had to go from work). But it was cool, we had to do the whole swearing in thing, raising our right hands and promising we're not cousins or fugitives and everything. I wish there had been a Bible for the left hand. but nope, just the counter. The lady must have thought I was nuts. I was trying not to giggle through her schpiel. So I had a goofy grin on my face while Ray was super solemn because he does that kind if thing all the time (for work, not because he gets married a lot).
Just a thought: Does anyone else find it ironic that you get licenses for marriage and firearms in the same place?
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