I HATE MOVING.
I have been sorting and boxing for the last few weeks and marveling how one house can hold so much stuff. My hands are full of papercuts, my lungs are full of dust, and my spine is being held together with box sealing tape. I am frazzled and cranky and think that bitch, the moving fairy with her magic moving wand, must be spending too much time with the tooth fairy cuz she sure as hell hasn't shown up at my house. At this point, my biggest joy comes as I finish packing another box o' worthless crap and can inhale the fumes of a magic marker for the few brief moments required to label it. BTW, the red magic markers stink so I'm sticking with blue (just like politics).
I hate moving.
Moving Day is still a few days away, but our computer will have its lifeline rudely yanked tomorrow.
I hate moving.
If our last move is any indication, I won't be back online for about a month.
I hate moving.
But I will love settling into our new home!
Hope to be back online and maybe even blogging again soon...
