We are in! I’m telling you, I barely made it. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I didn’t wave the white flag bright and early and give Michelle a call.

Before the poor girl knew what hit her, she agreed to come over and help entertain the boo while we moved. Without knowing it, she also inadvertently agreed to listen to me piss and moan, a baby scream, and Nate and I bicker. She did it all with that signature calm and cool air about her that I love.

I promised her that Nate and I would take her out for a fancy pants dinner as a thank you…then Nate reminded me that we haven’t managed to go out to dinner in about 6 months. Good point. I will put my thinking cap on.