Living on a prayer (and out of a suitcase) no more

Let us all rejoice my friends, for the Air Shipment has arrived.

A kind knight brought forth the seven boxes of indispensable goods that had been lovingly packed by Sir Cooper and Sir Alex, and officially ended the clothing option drought this fair maiden had been subjected to for the past fortnight.

With the aid of the Lady Sarah and Lady Stella the paper and sticky tape were quickly disposed of, and our much needed, beloved possessions rediscovered, to many ooohs and aaahs. Much joy ensued.

One unfortunate happenstance of these joyful proceedings:

Ok, enough with the Medieval speak. We have lost all access to our kitchen, in the Lilliputian apartment which is our current (temporary, please God don’t let it be much longer or I’ll go nuts) residence.

But really, who needs a kitchen when you have this:

and this

and their sisters?

I could stand to lose some weight, anyway.

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