Toys R Us Terror

Two days ago Joe tried to go to Toys R Us and the line was an hour long just to get INTO THE STORE. Can you imagine the pushing, the chaos, the pain that must have been going on inside? No thank you. We'll order our My Little Ponies online from now on.
So I have successfully finished moving into Joe's Apartment. This was by far the easiest move I have ever had, for many reasones. One, I didn't have to take any of my furniture with me. Two, I've been selling off furniture I have now (most of which I got for free in the first place) so the extra cash has put me in a good mood. And Three, Spike wanted to buy my futon from me, but I told him he could have it for free if he brought his minivan and helped me move. Sweet. It was a piece of junk anyways. So Saturday night, the only night Spike could be there, I ran home, threw everything into boxes in 4 hours (not to mention selling my desk, DVD player, taking the kitchen cart, etc.) and we moved all my stuff in one load. Traffic was killer and it took us over an hour each way, but hey, I wasn't paying for gas.
Joe and I (or should I say "I, while hassling Joe to help me") have managed to clear a huge amount of space in his apartment just by moving stuff around. Clean, condense, organize, I keep telling him. I have an entire closet upstairs to myself now.
The one great thing we acquired from my old apartment is the kitchen cart. Basically a cutting board on wheels. It fits under the stairs perfectly, then we can pull it out to have more space to make dinner.
Unfortunately, it looks like there's a chance that I mouse has been roaming Joe's kitchen. Shhh. Don't mention it. I just keep reminding him that I'm a bloodthirsty mousekiller and it can't hide for long. We're going to have to keep our kitchen psychotically, institutionally clean, though.
Soon I will "girly" the place up. I have curtains to hang over the barred window and a sheet to cover his super-nasty futon couch. I'm going to get a makeup mirror to do my makeup in the living room. Nice framed pictures will be hung next to the dusty SpongeBob (Don't worry, I won't take him down...) Bras and nylons will be hung out to dry in the bathroom. If I wore nylons. Or bras. The rug will be dragged outside and beaten. And I will, yes I WILL put up Christmas lights.