Here's what you missed.

So many fantastic Tiffany and JMEOWW moments happening during The Great Move of 2012. You'll notice that I'm not listing any ridiculous Justin moments. Because, well he was a saint and gracefully put up with all of the madness. Seriously though, I moved 20 miles. You'd think I moved to Greenland. Here are some highlights:

• I cried over a stick. A moss-covered, decorative stick that Justin said shouldn't go on the coffee table and then I cried. And then he put it on the coffee table and it looked awful, just as he said it would. Stick has been relegated to the patio for now.

• I called potential furniture buyers from craigslist murderers via text message. I had this not so irrational fear of being alone while people were coming to look at my furniture because, MURDER. Justin couldn't make it down one night and after the couple left I was telling him how nice they were and in the second text I said, "They didn't even try to murder me!" Except I somehow sent it to them. The non-murderers who were to purchase my couch. It really was a compliment....and they still bought my couch. Nicest murderers ever.

• JMEOWW attacked a groomer and I will probably never step foot in Petco again. But cats groom themselves, stupid Tiffany. No shit. But if cats could rid themselves of fleas then I wouldn't have had any problems. Hence, a professional flea bath. And a talon trim. And cue JMEOWW hissing and lunging at the groomer when she tried to remove her from the kennel to brush her.
  
  Now, I believe that said groomer was just kind of a wimp. Because all I did was walk back there and grab her by the scruff of her neck and shove her in her carrier. Toughen up, cat groomers. Either way, it was embarrassing and we can never go back there.

J's moving day. She was beyond thrilled.

• JMEOWW lived in a box spring for the first few days in her new home. INSIDE. As in, she tore a hole in the bottom of the box spring and set up camp in there.
  
  The day that the box spring was to be removed and put in storage, she refused to exit said box spring. Flat out refused. As Justin said, we probably set her adjustment level back an entire week. Which may explain her new routine of waking us up at 6:30 a.m...

She will make a home out of anything, including storage boxes.

• I decided to start calling Justin roommate & roomie. He better not eat my food...EVER.

With the exception of the dreaded task of cleaning the old place (which is literally collapsing, by the way...) we are officially cohabitated. And we couldn't be happier (unless we got to sleep past 6:30 a.m.).