I'm supposed to be packing and cleaning. Problem is......there's so much to do, I'm just basically sitting here with my mouth open looking around. I s'pose I should enter Hell's Den also known as my walk-in closet and get on that mess, but really...do I want to? Shouldn't I just sit here with my coffee and become increasingly giddy as rain clouds roll in?! No, I shouldn't. Yes, I should. Do do do.....
Let's ask the Universe what I should do.....
Oh, looky...here's the answer! A boy bringing me Pizza Rolls!
So....what was I saying? Oh yeah....the moving thing. I found out yesterday that Jesse's brother is moving back from Germany at the end of the month. He's still active in the Air Force, so they pay for movers to pack and move you. Us? We're not active duty anymore. That means.......we move ourselves. ::cries:: aaaaaaaaaand..... we have to make the house ready for someone to rent it. ::cries more:: including doing plumbing crap under the house. where creepy snakes and icky spiders are.
Is that me hyperventilating?
But I'm having a very super awesome hair day. That's got to count for something.