So, wow, tomorrow is our last full day in Charlotte which is just downright insane. The waiting feels like forever but when the time comes, it feels like it flew right on by. Most of our to-do list has been crossed off, but the more real it’s becoming, the more stress is starting to take over. We’re just having to remind ourselves that it’s all going to be okay and we’re going to get there. It’s happening!
(photo of Uptown from back in January when ice covered Charlotte)
Happy Friday! Do you have any fun weekend plans? We’re still plugging away on getting our apartment packed up and ready to go, though we’re surprisingly close to being done. Well, as much as we can be done packing with three weeks left to go and the need to still function as normal human beings (cooking, not living out of a suitcase for a month, etc). We’re hoping to have everything ready to go the Sunday before we leave, so we’ll only have to live out of a suitcase for a little under a week. There’s quite a bit left on our to-do list, so hopefully we can cross somethings off in the next week. Still, with everything left to do, I’m thinking we need a fun Charlotte weekend. We have been spending our last couple of weekends getting things done, which has been great, but with all of our progress the last couple of weeks, some fun and play in the Queen City sounds like just what we need. After all, there are only 20 days, 23 hours, and 15 minutes left before we move, but who’s counting?
I hope you all have a lovely weekend!
That was me this afternoon, except it was more like “drink some herbal tea, put on Friends, and handle it” but, you know, close enough.
When our sweet teeth rage, they raaaaage. On Saturday night we were both needing something sweet and although I have a small batch chocolate chip cookie recipe memorized (a dangerous talent, as I’ve recently learned), Adam wanted something different. After Googling some options and taking stock of what we still had in the pantry we’re currently trying to empty, brownies it was.
I do have to take full responsibility for pouring chocolate chips on top after they were done and letting them melt in the warm oven before spreading them into a thin layer on the brownies because, I mean, can you ever really have enough chocolate? (Don’t answer that.) I will also confess that I then sprinkled some flaky salt on top of the melty, fudgy heaven. Guilty as charged. Happily, happily guilty.
P.S. Let it be known that Adam is responsible for most of that damage in the pan that occurred within thirty minutes of taking it out of the oven. I maybe took three bites. I’m just mostly in it to lick the bowl, let’s be honest.