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We have been in the new house for a few weeks and we are, officially moved in. That's right, the last box was unpacked last night...just because we forgot about it in the garage.

Tonight we are having our first dinner guests. My parents and Zach's surrogate parents, The Nimoy's. I am cooking...and I am nervous as hell. The chicken is slow cooking on the grill...the steaks and the veggies are marinating...and I need a shower.

"I smell like a goat..." I say as I strip off my shirt on the way to the bathroom. "I am so far behind schedule..."