Is it starting to feel like Groundhog Day around here lately?
Everyday, I wake up, I pack, I eat, I don’t exercise, and then I wake up and do it all over again the next day.
I’m about to go all Bill Murray, and chuck my toaster in the tub!
Movers arrive at 8am tomorrow morning, so the end is near.
I’m taking a little packing break, to show you a little gem I found.
But no break is complete without a snack.
A diet coke and a chocolate crispy rice bar, modeled by Samuel, who is the only living creature here that doesn't seem to be least bit concerned by the chaotic state of the house. In fact, it’s kind of like kitty heaven around here these days with a million boxes everywhere.
I’ve come to the conclusion that there is absolutely nothing good about packing… except for having the chance to go throw “stuff”.
I happened to find this picture of myself, looking very low class in those hideously dirty jogging pants. And that top? What the hell was my Mom thinking? My guess is that my Dad dressed me that day. Here’s hoping.
Here’s the part I loved:
I can’t remember how old I was, but my Mom sent me this picture in my lunch box on one of my birthday’s.
I had completely forgotten about this until I saw it yesterday. Made me smile… and then cry…. because that’s what I do these days. Cry, cry, cry.
Anyhoo, I best get back to the grind. Ciao!