About a week ago we loaded all of our worldly possessions into this beast:
And my husband drove it 1200 miles. Twelve hundred long miles across three states, with me following closely behind staring at the butt end of that thing:
After a while it became boring to the point of unflatteringness:
I guess we live in Texas now.
We have been here almost a week and I haven't even met a real cowboy yet. I'm not sure what that's about, Texas. And this is not like one of our fun-filled, rollercoaster-riding, summer vacation moves. We brought the Lovesac. Crap just got real.
Plus, my kids are going to school here like you do when you're a kid. Here they are on their first morning:
Texas, guys. This is really happening. Oh, and this happened:
It looks like Texas has our number.