Breaking News Update:
Suzanne reporting here, day 3 out of 6 days of moving.
So far, so good, no arguments between myself and Branmuffin!
Woo Hoo! No huge injuries, except for Tatum pinching
Turner's fingers in the door.... a little ice, some kisses, and
a nuk, we were good to go.
Today's docket: My sweet, beautiful, thoughtful, girlfriends are
helping me move, by bringing stuff from the old house to the new house,
along with coffee cake and all of our kids...why not make a play date out of it?
Oh, and how could I forget, the best part of this process.....
My husband, my love, my Branmuffin, said to me the
other nite, while we were hoisting boxes into our minivan,
"Do whatever you want with the place, make it your's,
and get what you need to do that."
What woman wouldn't fall over and die from those words?
All coming from the man who likes my big butt,
and thinks I am perfect.
Speaking of butts,
my sister-in-law took the following picture of me and my
two brothers this past Halloween.
My brother's got the big NADA in the butt department,
apparently I got all of it.....oh well, more for
Brandon to love.
Wish me luck, this moving stuff sucks!