Moving Sucks.

It’s officially moving week.

Help us.

Know what sucks? Moving. If you were to look at my house right now you would think we’re about halfway out, but that would not be the case. We’re almost through loading trailer No. 2 at this point, and I’m finally understanding what my bestie wrote about last week.

True life: I’m a hoarder. Bring on trailer No. 3.

So, while my family packs up everything we own and moves our life to the country, this blog is going silent. I have priorities, and this blog is not currently one of them. Making sure my wine fridge gets on the next trailer? Priority.

Never fear. I’ll be back soon with a Northside Nights preview, #dbunny’s first visit to The Children’s Museum of Indianapolis, and this month’s Uncorked & Unwined link up.

But first, a couple public service announcements:

1. I need movers with big muscles this week. Contact me.

2. My dear Halle is not making the move with us. Five years old, spayed and declawed. She would do best in a home without dogs or small children. This breaks my heart, but she simply cannot stay with us. She has just never adjusted to life with Dorothy. If you or someone you know would like a kitty, let me know. Please don’t make me surrender her at the shelter. 🙁

3. I will be painting every surface in our new home. If you’re down for a painting party, I’ll pay you in Crawfordsville’s finest delicacy: Little Mexico margaritas.

See you all on the flip side…