Since I've been packing all day I decided it was break time. BF and I are moving upstairs to a REAL bedroom and Roomie is moving down to the basement with Wolf. Now we offered him this arrangement over a year ago and he said no, bad idea. But since this time it was his "idea" then it's the right/smart thing to do. Which is fine by us.
This just means upstairs will be clean and not smell of dog urine and *** all the time as he can't seem to get off his butt to walk his dog. And we won't have to look at the garbage thrown all over the place or his dirty dishes in the sink/counters ect.. You get the idea.
But as I'm puttering through boxes and packing I found my grad pictures from 2003! I showed them to BF and his friends and apparently I look really different. I guess so.. I mean my hair was longer and wavy, I was thinner too but I didn't think I had changed that much. *shrugs*
Break time over I guess.. *sigh* I hate having mice in the house! Bloody thing chewed through all the boxes I was planning on using and chewed the cover off of some of my books!! 
BUT! BF is cooking a massive turkey dinner for everyone so that should be good!
Ja Ne! *trots off*