I’m sposed to be being productive. I get the keys to the new place in 1 hour, 43 minutes and I can do nothing until then. My mind is full of wonderings of where sofas will go, if two twin beds will fit in any of the bedrooms and if the refrigerator had one of those rich people ice doohickeys in the door.

I could be doing stuff like taking beds apart, but I think I packed my drill so I’ll let my husband help me when he gets home. Or cleaning the oven, but, then I’d have to clean the oven. Instead, I’m here, writing to you dear reader. Our adventure continues.


Movers will be here tomorrow to get the big stuff. And we’ll have to hillbilly {no offense to hillbillies} the rest of the stuff ourselves.

By the way, if you are trying to avoid something you should be doing too, you can go vote for June, who never fails to make me laugh. Bye, Bye Pie was nominated for Funniest Blog– Vote Now! Remember, I wrote an ode to her and her old blog? And then I forced her to go to lunch with me. Then I stalked her house when I should have been packing last year when I thought we were moving for the last time for a long time. Yeah, June and I go way back. And she totally deserves to win.