Today Kayla and I met up in Bellingham to pick pay our first month’s rent, get our keys, and start moving into our apartment.

I have been tempted to start a separate blog chronicling the adventure that is living with her (trust me; I feel like I will have enough stories to justify that), but I also feel like that’s one of those terrible horrible things that verges on cyber bullying.

Just as backstory for those of you who don’t know Kayla, I don’t actually hate her or anything. Far from it. She’s fun and all, she just, well… is the K. It’s apparent that she’s hardly ever had to do something without the help of an adult, and doesn’t seem to have any sense of practicality.

Let me start off with a brief list of some of the things Kayla thought necessary for our apartment. Mind you, this is only her first load of stuff.

-The infamous rice cooker. Can you believe it was still in the box?? Hard to believe it hasn’t been used yet! </sarcasm>

-Big Gulp cups. I don’t even know how someone goes about getting what can only be called a sleeve of Big Gulp cups. Like, still in the plastic and everything. Anyways, we now have roughly three dozen of them under our sink.

-Microwave covers. Now, I didn’t even know these existed. They’re basically slotted bowls that you put over food in the microwave to keep it from spattering inside the microwave. I was flabbergasted when she pulled those out. Do people normally have enough of a problem reheating food that they can rationalize buying one of these things? Well, whatever the answer may be, we now have two.

-Three butter knives. Not one. Not two. Three.

-Roughly 20 mugs. This isn’t counting the four mugs I brought. We have so many that it’s entirely possible for us to do a load of dishes consisting entirely of mugs.

-Cream of mushroom powder and dried mustard. Again, two more things I didn’t know existed. These were the only spices(?) she brought, along with dry ranch dressing.

More to come, I’m sure. As of next Thursday, I’ll be all moved in to my apartment.