Friday, February 6, 2009

Moving Musings

  • I can't get much accomplished sitting on my cinnabuns.
  • As fast as I can pack a box, the cats can claw the side out (they have the misguided notion that every cardboard box is their personal play toy).
  • I can't get much accomplished sitting on my patootie.
  • I have so much crap, I don't know how I'll ever get it all sorted.
  • I can't get much sorted while I sit on my rear.
  • A garage would be nice.
  • A garage sale would be exceptionally nice.
  • I need a garage to store all my crap while I get it all sorted in preparation for the garage sale that I'm not going to have because I'm sitting on my bohunkus.
  • I can't believe I have so much crap.
  • I can't believe I have so much crap.
  • Sorry, I was redundant.
  • I wonder what I can sell on Ebay?
  • Why did I ever start painting the kitchen sunny yellow?
  • Why didn't I ever finish painting the kitchen sunny yellow?
  • I wonder what kind of manipulative, guilt-tripping comments the elderly parents will have when we tell them we're moving?
  • I wonder if I'll hold my tongue or lose it?

3 comments:

SchnauzerMom said...

Remember the old Bewitched TV show? If you could just wiggle your nose and take care of everything.

Annie said...

Don't I wish!!!

Aunt Jo said...

When we decided to move from NM to OK it took me a year to sort, pack, and give away. We had two garage sales and still had so much stuff to move it wasn't funny.

The guilt trip thing, it's still going on.