The hubs and I moved into our new place just over a month ago. We’ve been painting and patching, sorting and organizing, arranging and rearranging. It almost feels like we live here to stay, instead of just squatting and living out of suitcases and bags. The late nights and early mornings, and work on top of all of it have taken…well…a toll on my thirtysomething joints, and I just wanted to take a minute to say thank you to you, ibuprofen (with a nod to the icepack and the heating pad, as well) for helping me not be so creaky and sore. Soon, I’ll put you back in the medicine chest, and off the kitchen counter, and we can go back to being friends-in-paw, instead of mad-besties. But for now, you’re all mine, sucker.