I’m currently sitting at my couch, watching the latest “This Might Get Weird” podcast episode, eating Doritos. Finally.
I finished moving in with Sir Boyfriend. That implied moving in the 5 giant mirrored wardrobe units (and their content) that were lining the walls of my closet room on my previous house.
I started renting out said previous house, ’cause I’m a (small) home owner. That’s how I (modestly) roll.
Our balcony floor was cracked. Had to fix that.
Our eletric panel broke. Had to fix that.
Our kitchen is starting to fall apart. Still have to fix that.
Went to a wedding.
Gathered budgets for a new kitchen.
Went to another wedding.
Went to Turkey for 2 weeks and came back having to plan a wedding.
This was my sheepish way of telling you I was busy thus justifying my hiatus from blogging. And tell you I’m engaged.
Sir Boyfriend will be Sir Fiancé from now on. I guess after the 2 days it took to move in the wardrobes, he realised I wasn’t going anywhere soon.
