It's his birthday, so it doesn't seem fair

We are officially moved in. Yesterday, we woke up at the ungodly hour of 6:30 a.m. (on a Sunday OMG) and drove to meet the movers at the storage building. They packed all the contents of Brandon's and my storage unit plus the furniture we'd kept in my in-laws' storage unit. From there, we drove to my in-laws' house to pick up more stuff, then finally went to the condo and had everything unloaded by 11 a.m.

Well, I should say, the movers had everything unloaded by 11 a.m. As for Brandon and I? There are still storage totes and boxes everywhere. We spent Sunday unpacking, and today, on his birthday, Brandon is unpacking more crap and attempting to stretch our limited amount of storage space to fit in all those wedding gifts.

And we've already had a few early marriage type incidents. For example, yesterday, I wanted to put some pine cones from the craft store into a vase I'd used at the wedding. The vase already contained a pink candle and some of those shiny marble things. So, I figured I'd pour the marbles into a plastic baggy and save it for the next special occasion (like sister Carole's lingerie shower in January!). Anytime I pour something into a baggy, I generally stand over the sink to do it so whatever it is won't get all over the place. Of course, marbles aren't food, so when one accidentally goes in the drain, your husband has to break out the pliers to reach down in to the sink to remove the marble. And nobody move because if anyone breathes he will lose his grip on the marble OMG. Thanks husband.

Brandon has been having a slightly difficult time with our available space because of his very tall stature. He is 6'4" tall. Our bathroom has a dropped ceiling, at 7' tall. So, Brandon getting undressed to take a shower in the bathroom=smacking his hands on the ceiling.

Walking down the hallway also is problematic. The person who lived here before us thought it would be a good idea to install a porch light type fixture where the hall light mount goes. So, while it doesn't bother me because I'm short, Brandon has already smacked his head on it.

As the title of this post mentions, it's his birthday so it doesn't seem fair that he is unpacking a million boxes and smacking his head on light fixtures.

We spent our first night in our new place last night, which for me brought mixed feelings. On the one hand, I'm really happy we are finally on our own. On the other hand, I'm now paranoid about people who like to poop in trash cans in other peoples' houses. Not a good feeling. There is a guy who has been skulking around the neighborhood the past two days that we've been there. He came up to Kathy (mother-in-law) and Brandon yesterday while I was somewhere else and started asking a bunch of questions about the break-in, the police, etc., and he volunteered that he used to live in the complex but is moving to California and staying in a hotel in Dallas in the meantime. Which, if it's true, why is he just hanging around in our neighborhood. Go away Creepo. And I've never been afraid of strangers or burglars or anything. I figure you just have to be careful and aware and know your neighbors and all that. And now I'm aware and trying to get to know my neighbors but not just because they are nice people but also because I'm secretly wondering if one of them pooped in a trash can in my house.

I'm hopeful that once the place is organized and tidy, I'll feel better. At least I won't feel there are a million places to hide (like behind storage totes and haphazardly arranged furniture) once things are in their proper places. Pictures to come when things are in place.

Happy Birthday Brandon!