30 June 2012

Frustrated (Preggo) Velociraptor GRAR

I move out tomorrow and have been packing off and on since yesterday, since Peanut has been doing cartwheels like she's auditioning for the circus the minute she pops her head out from between my legs. Add the heat on top of it all and we have bursts of packing interspersed with me lying on the bed exhausted.

And I generally will miss my flat mates but tonight I would cheerfully strangle one of them who picked tonight to have his buddies over for dinner in our tiny kitchen. Which means not only can I not finish packing my kitchen stuff but also that I can't do my turn of cleaning the flat with all of them around.


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