Today was amazingly hard from start to finish.
But I made it through, made it through, made it through.
My dearest Nannie didn't tell anyone she HAD To be moved out of her duplex by tonight until 2 minutes into the 3rd quarter of the Bedlam game (Boomer Sooner).
Tate Michael. He is the better version of me and my best friend.
Mason Jebediah Daly. Best version of anyone ever. My most precious angel child and future baseball superstar. Remember his name.
This is the cutest thing on the planet because only her and my uncle live there... and they labeled their own boxes. Better safe than sorry I guess!
The most frustrating, no, infuriating thing about this day is my uncles complete complacency in being nearly 45 years of age, married with a kid, and is still living and mooching off his mom and providing little to no help whilst moving his own home and belongings. And this picture pretty much sums up the entire moving experience today.
My Nanas Boston Terrier had puppies! A litter of 5, 1 girl and 4 boys. Just like me! So she saw it fit that this little babe was named after me (and every other sister in the south), Sissy.
Just a couple of Sissy Dawgs.
They could not be more precious.
Serious cuddle session, full belly puppy style.
I also inherited all of the plants she had been keeping for her friend while she was on vacation. But when her friend suddenly decided to stay in Florida forever, I guess my Nana was just suddenly over the plants. But lucky day for the girl who's been wanting to bring life into her apartment!
And these... these, and him, and I, and we, are everything.
