I'd like to propose a toast. (so raise up that coffee mug) To Fleegal... and yet another crisis averted with her help.
Maybe crisis is too strong, but definitely grumpiness averted. It started to sneak up on me not long after I signed the lease to my new apartment. I started as "Yay, an apartment by myself! It may be small but it's enough for me!" but before I knew it I was second guessing my decision & then the grump-monster started to take hold...
"Why would I get such a tiny studio apartment? There's no good way to set this up, I'll never be able to have friends over, & it's pretty much going to look like a dorm room. UGH!!!! I'm 26 & in a dorm room. This is the worst, I'm never making a decision again!"
Enter Fleegal. My best friend just happens to be an interior designer. (jealous?) I know it's way beneath her to be arranging my little studio, especially from 3 hours away, but she whipped up some sweet looking floor plans that may have saved me from a moving-day break down. Then again, this is just kind of how we roll... whether a major life event or a mundane detail, we like to go 100%. I email power points about my pick for the bachelor & give our weekend trips names like Fleegsfest 2010, she laminates agendas for catching up & texts me pictures when she has good cleavage. That's what friendship is... caring about your living room & your cleavage.
2 days til moving day. At least I can go into this knowing I won't end up with a dorm room & can breathe easy.
The first version is my favorite, but in case something doesn't fit quite as planned I'm keeping the other 2 options in mind.