Home Again

Drove back to l'apartement today (I have forgotten if that's right. whatever) with the car so full of Christmas presents we couldn't see out the back, and now there are boxes surrounding me on all sides and FISHES that need new homes and it's already 9! Ahhh! I hate cleaning up. And I'm all woozy from Benadryl since my tongue did that thing again today where it gets all red and prickly. Cj thinks it's nerves.

I really need to go see an allergist.

I'll be doing things and my hand will brush against something and I'll feel the ring push against my finger... and I'll think, was it all a dream? Were there really glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling spelling out "Marry Me?" Couldn't possibly be true.

Tee hee hee.