Bug and Andrew's parents, the greatest people in the world right now, gave us an early Christmas present: they hired movers to finish getting us into the new house.
Our minds are blown, tears were shed, and we are 97% done. It's starting to feel like home - though according to V, it won't be home until the two furballs are in it. Probably true. What's life without some feline annoyances?
The twins were good today, too. Their parents are throwing their annual holiday party this Saturday; I'm babysitting and V's bartending it.
Right now, we're at Bug and Andrew's parents. We brought them dessert. It's the very very least we can do.