This weekend I promised myself that I would do nothing but unpack our apartment. Between guest visits and just general exploration of the area, Shawna and I haven't really focused on moving into the apartment since we started the lease 3 weeks ago. This weekend was our big push to get the apartment to look like something more than the bombed out husk of a Howard Hughes bachelor pad. We made a lot of progress, but alas we fell short. While all but a hand full of boxes remain packed, about 30% of the stuff isn't organized into its "right place". For an example, nothing is hung on the walls, just laying next to the walls. There are still stacks and stacks of books without a home. All this crap fit into our old place... what happened?

I'll tell you what happened, That. Just. Happened. Ok, it hasn't happened yet, but it will be happening soon, and it will be happening less than 3 miles from my house. What does that do? Does that blow your mind? Matt and I have already gotten tickets, we encourage others to do the same. There is plenty of room in our burned out husk of an apartment.

Stylish Blight, interesting.

Look how kickass our money used to be... what happened America? You used to be cool...

Albino Moose, that's what happened. Blame Canada.

This one is pretty amazing, but it needs a better title. How about The ravages of time.