Today,

Dear Friend, today the dog and I hung out. We scrubbed the rest of the carpets, we played fetch, and went for a long walk in the park. We danced and sang and had a jolly ol' time.

I also got the fridge cleaned out, went grocery shopping, made a new cat box (one that matches my new walls no less), and finished decorating the rest of the house. I went and bought a new ink cartridge for my printer with the intention of printing out some pictures for my new frames, but discovered my print head is broken and so the printer won't print red. So lame, but not the end of the world either. For now I hung the empty frames up on the walls to get an idea of how the house is coming together.

It looks damn good. Better than it ever has, that is, except for the bedroom.

I clearly need to invest some time into decorating my bedroom, because the rest of the house looks soooo nice, and the bedroom is just so...lack luster. Part of the problem is that it is now home to the 40,000,000 boxes of unclaimed stuff, and part of the problem is that I've never really at any point in my (adult) life invested much time or energy into decorating my bedroom. It's almost a foreign concept. It serves a specific function and that's been the extent of it. Now it's starting to feel like the sad, dark underbelly of the apartment, so I'm going to have to do something about it.

In other news, I still haven't figured out what mailbox is mine. I know, I know, I really need to get on that, but going into the office always fills me with such dread. I know they're super nice and everything is always just fine, but it's never pleasant to have to go in there and say 'um, hi. I've been living here for like, 4 years, but I have no idea what mailbox is mine. Could you look it up for me? Thanks.'  o.O  Not fun.

I never did find the inside part of the dogs fluffy bed, or the keys to my new (and thankfully still empty) fire safe my dad gave me.  I filled the dog bed cover with an old comforter, so that takes care of that problem, but I'm not sure what exactly to do about the safe. I could always just throw it out, but if I do that then the keys will show up the next day and I'll wish I hadn't gotten rid of it. Bah! They've got to be here somewhere, right?

Anyway, that's all I know. I hope you're doing well. It's getting all monsoon-y here, and the anniversary of your move is looming in the very near future which leaves you in my heart a lot these days. I miss your face, and I wish you were home now to hang out with me in my newly purple home. Lots of love, Dear Friend, from me to you.