Three more sleeps.

Three more sleeps until we get the keys to our new house.
OMG! I am dying with anticipation. DYING!!

I've grown claustrophobic living in box hell and am not joking when I say I can't do it much longer.

Three more sleeps...just three more...now if only I could go to sleep...and make it two.
Where are those damn sheep when you need them?!?!

PSA for the week.

If you throw a cat at your brother you will be yelled at.
Especially when the cat leaves a gash mark on your brother's face.
No I don't feel bad for hurting your feelings.
I feel bad for your brother and the cat who was thrown.