Not much has changed, except for finding a pair of white denim jeans that don't make my legs look like overfilled sausages, and these few things:
Dave and I moved to our new apartment.
It's nice. It's already a heaping mess. I don't have a picture because our living room is sparse and needs a good vacuuming and there may or may not be socks and cat toys all over the floor. I have yet to unpack all the books I brought, but that's because we need a bookshelf that is low and sturdy, not tall and light like the one I had previously, because -
Last year for our anniversary, the card Dave got me had a little cat on the front. His postscript said "See that thing on the front of the card? Let's see if we can't get you one by our next anniversary." In January I trawled Petfinder for adult kitties; I offered the list to Dave, he saw the year-oldish tabby, and said "okay, I love Bob." We got him. He hid under the couch for the first day and a half but from there it's been nothing but love. I am over the moon about this furry little asshole. I love that he wakes me up by pawing my face. I don't love that it's at 5am, but what can you do. He's turning 2 in late August. We got him from 911 Dog and Cat Rescue, an amazing group of people doing amazing things for animals.
I got a library card in my new town in a county with a bangin' library system.
This is pretty major. It's scientifically proven that ready curbs my shopping habits and also makes me feel like less of a blob, and it also means book reviews that no one will read but that will provide me with an outlet for talking about book stuff, hooray!
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