Okay okay already. Maybe I like being dead to the world? SO so much has been happening that when I stop, I just head for the bed. True story. So while we weren't blogging . . .
I quit my job, Eric graduated, we said goodbye to the in-laws, packed up the Uhaul and two cars, moved 5.5 hours SW, unloaded, went on a mini-vacation, I had my first interview in 1.7 years, and we went shopping to a billion and one stores. We are proud to announce that the Smiths are new Costco members. We've been two days in the two days we've had it, and will probably go back tomorrow because Mr Smith really wants that TV and it turns out the tinfoil is cheaper. Plus free food Saturday - we'll be there.
the analysts at 2020 Company, LLC - my last day of work!
Cheers to unemployment!
It's Memorial weekend and you know what . . . that means I turn 24. Freakin scary, but I love both of those numbers so maybe it'll be a great year. I'm hoping Mr Smith will just get some of these pictures hung on the wall. That's all I ask. Such a good, simple wife. But I guess we are having an expensive month with all these new move-in purchases and it was me who insisted on the mini-vacation. A couch and TV are hopefully coming soon. I should have taken pictures of what the apartment looked like from the Uhaul unload. Seriously though, in just about two days we have all but one box emptied.
I feel like there is so much I could probably write about. Let's begin with the move out because it's pretty short and I'll mostly explain it with pictures. Glenn and Colleen Smith came to visit, graciously bringing out Eric's stuff along with previous childhood memories (sorry mom I made him hide the cat stuffed animal and I've almost got the piggy bank hidden away). We didn't see a whole lot, but we did manage to get to the Holocaust Museum, all the outside monuments, Arlington Cemetery/Marine Corps Memorial, a swing around the Capitol plus a personal tour of the White House from Eric's old roommate whose a secret agent man. We also took one last trip to the beautiful DC temple. They were awesome with helping us load the Uhaul and I for one am gracious for the heavy lifting Glenn was able to help Eric do.
This is the Mr Smith look.
and then Eric graduated - FINALLY! (that's what everyone was saying)
And we got him all dressed up. Of course we compared it to BYU's graduation and it just doesn't compare.
one very proud wife! (I'm a wife, hahahaha)
Mr Smith said not to smile. If we look dead sexy, we are.
Mr Smith said not to smile. If we look dead sexy, we are.
Then Mr Smith said that's enough photos . . .
He loves it.
And then that night we packed up our crap.
And woke up at 6 AM the next day to roll out.
And guess what, we I sure looked like 6 AM
Aw we will never miss that place.
but it's the first one, so it has to count for something.
Where Mr & Mrs Smith began - a kinda-home.
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