The big day is tomorrow.
I'm to the point where I want to say to hell with organization, and throw the remaining random stuff into a box.
My current view.
I can't bear to take down pictures yet.
Let's hope I survive the next 48 hours. Make that 72, because I have a closing for work Friday morning. I might be wearing a suit and flip flops, since I had already packed my shoes before it was scheduled.
Okay, pack to bouncing around my house and freaking out about another pile of random stuff that needs a place.