Can I just say to you that I absolutely hate moving.
My husband and I are fighting.
The movers are looking at us like we're pod people.
And they are packing us up.
I'm very glad to be moving to the US, but I'm really, REALLY, stressed out.
So, I went to my neighbors.
With my Vodka.
The good stuff - Belvedere.
I had a generous glass.
So right now I AM DRUNK.
Maybe not the best way to be when moving.
But it was either this or become a raging maniac.
Moving is NO FUN! Even when you are going to the promise land.
Oh, did I mention that it's only 12 noon now. I was drinking at 11am.
But it's 5 o'clock somewhere right?