That is the continual sound of shrink wrap tornados touching down all over our house, wrapping blankets wrapping our (mostly) thrift store furniture. I just ran into a brick wall, and my knee is bloody. My Mom and BC came back over today to help us, bless their hearts. They'll be pissed to know later that i'm blogging while they are downstairs dealing with dust bunnies. But i just need a break. I guess it is going along swimmingly, but time is really all fucked up today. It is only 3:23 and already it feels like this day has been 32 or so hours. Of course, we've gotten WAY more done in the 11 th hour while the movers are here, than we ever did before. Well, that is fine as long as it all gets done and the movers get out of here by 7 or so. We have to go to Jackson's next door for dinner then. He's a sweetie to cook us dinner tonight... even though he has only been our neighbor now for a few months, I do sense he would have been a really good friend, if we were still living here. Ok, back to running into brick walls.
5.13.2006
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That is the continual sound of shrink wrap tornados touching down all over our house, wrapping blankets wrapping our (mostly) thrift store furniture. I just ran into a brick wall, and my knee is bloody. My Mom and BC came back over today to help us, bless their hearts. They'll be pissed to know later that i'm blogging while they are downstairs dealing with dust bunnies. But i just need a break. I guess it is going along swimmingly, but time is really all fucked up today. It is only 3:23 and already it feels like this day has been 32 or so hours. Of course, we've gotten WAY more done in the 11 th hour while the movers are here, than we ever did before. Well, that is fine as long as it all gets done and the movers get out of here by 7 or so. We have to go to Jackson's next door for dinner then. He's a sweetie to cook us dinner tonight... even though he has only been our neighbor now for a few months, I do sense he would have been a really good friend, if we were still living here. Ok, back to running into brick walls.
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OUCH. i often run into brick walls sweetie, a cocktail will help deaden the pain. ::hands over a dirty martini:: cheers to you and sweetie on your new place. and may dear trotsky live on chasing cats and digging holes in doggie heaven. you've given him a fine life, he'll be missed.
Thanks Ms. Bees. Having a Scotch now and picking my scabs.
Hogalamahayga yourself! How the heck are you?
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