Sunday, September 9

...must...pack...boxes...

RESIST the lure of the computer....
GAHHH.
Where are the packing fairies when you need them...
I'll be back soon...unless I go live with my MIL, in which case you'll al be stuck with emailed posts from work with no photos or visits/comments from me. (SOB!)

See?? Even now I'm stalling to avoid the boxes.

The Honey? He's found a Steelers Bar here in town, and invited a buddy from Roseville down to watch them at ten on a Sunday morning. Because I refuse to get cable. So I kind of did it to myself.

HAAA!! I'm still stalling!

Bow down before me, the Mistress of Procrastination! One week until we are homeless!!










Right.







Boxes.

5 comments:

SQT said...

Uuuuuuugggggggggggghhhhhhh! Moving sucks! We moved almost every year when I was a kid and just the sight of a moving box makes me want to hurl.

crse said...

Moving sucks bad. Moving in with your blog friend in ohio who can direct you to any one of a million steelers bars within a five mile distance might not be too bad?

kim said...

i have extra rooms ...well they have kids in them but we can throw them out :)

Queen of Dysfunction said...

Good luck with the packing, or should I be wishing you luck with maintaining your sanity?

Mert said...

I agree, moving bites. I hope the packing fairies did help out.