If I make it back for Beautiful You, it means my internet actually got setup, the power got turned on, I didn’t get crushed by a couch, and I didn’t curse so much that they threw me in jail for disturbing the peace.
It also would mean that I didn’t go all crazy OCD and burn through a Costco size carton of 5-Hour Energies trying to unpack the house before the neighbors can even bring me cookies.
If I know me at all, everything I mentioned above will happen. And then some.
Wish me luck. You all know how fun moving day can be.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
PS. Hint, hint, new neighbors.