If you are the praying type, I would ask you to keep me in your prayers this weekend.
You see, I’m moving tomorrow. My parents and Boyfriend are all driving over to help with this project. I ask for prayer because, well, moving is stressful – especially when you have two very fastidious men (how I ended up dating a man so shockingly similar to my father I will never know, but it is probably a sign of some sort), two very fly-by-the-seat-of-their-pants women, and two very curious cats (who, in all honesty, will likely spend the better part of the day locked into the bathroom) involved. Please pray that we don’t all end up killing (or hating) each other by the end of the day. Also, that my favorite dishes would all make the three block trip safely and arrive in one piece.
You know, priorities.