As aggravating as my mother can be, my apartment looks marvelous. It only cost me one, utterly abnoxious, evening at the mall and the oh-so-annyoing not-so-subtle "your dad" comments. Blech. But my apartment looks so great, I'd endure it all over again. My only regret is that I STILL won't be able to fully enjoy it until Tuesday night. Soon *le sigh*, only two days. And tonight I must work. Still no couch. But I have a vacuum!