Happy about lots of things

I'm so happy. Pat and I have mostly moved into our new house. It's really the bee's knees. We had lots of help moving from Peter, Frank, Rosey, Ellen, and Don Jay. Seriously, we couldn't have done it without you guys. In fact, to show you all how much you mean to us, we're going to name our first child "Pfred." (The "P" is silent - sorry Peter.) We also had "moral support" via cookies from Amy and Chris. The move was about as smooth as it could have possibly gone, and we had a super fun cookout at the new place afterwards, where I cursed the names the people who offered to help us move and then didn't show up. I won't name names; I'll just let the guilt eat at you like the man in Poe's Tell-Tale Heart.

Pat and I are really happy about the new house. I swear, the washer and dryer alone make it worth every penny. Clean clothes rule! (Also, not having to deal with creepy, deaf guys at the laundromat, and not having to threaten that you're going to kill them and eat them is quite good too...but I digress.)

Pat had taken this week off of work to get things cleaned out of the old apartment and settled in the house. He's doing a great job with his house husband duties. Hehe. Tonight I stopped by the apartment to pick up some things and do a bit of cleaning. As I did, I got really, really sad about leaving the place. We have so many fond memories there. Tomorrow night kicks off Park Ave Fest and we're having our annual pre-festivities ripper. If you didn't get an invite, please don't get your panties in a bunch (and please excuse the hideous saying). We have lots o' good friends and not a lot o' space. Since the place is all cleared out, I'm pretty much considering the entire apartment a big, skinny, bizarrely-shaped dance floor. Watch out! We can't rip things up too much since Don Jay has got to move into the place soon, so be cool. Here's a post-view from last year to remind you all how much fun we have this weekend.

As a side note, this month has been one of the longest and most annoying months of my life, and I'd like to thank everyone who helped us out during that time. Without sounding too maudlin (I've had a beer and a half), I want the special people in my life to know I care about them and I'm thinking about them a lot.

-Fran