Beware the Ides of March

Looking back at that last post...whew, must have been a bad day! I never dwell on the randomness of my adoption. But it's been a really *fun*.

So...moving. Let me unload the joys of packing up all your stuff to just unpack in a randomly selected new space. I think I might seek out a cardboard box. Granted, it might have to be a rather large box to hold all my shoes (glorious, wonderful shoes...but that's another page), but it might be more cozy.

Selling a house is an ordeal. Selling it by yourself is even more enjoyable. Trying to evacuate a house of all the accumulated 4+ years of junk is even more exciting. I should make this a hobby. Let's see...this Saturday I think I will pack up all my clothes and push them around for a while.

And the Boy wants to wait until the last possible second to move *our* crap. Our sounds a little too close for comfort. Ok, we'll move my heavenly wardrobe and footwear and then we'll pack up his stuff. Good thing he doesn't know about this gameplan I've created. The Boy even wants to move the big dog with us. Bubba Tub (the big dog) may not survive the move--he will probably make a run for the river to avoid having to ride in the truck.

On a side note, it's been 5 years, a very weird 5 years since a certain incident in my life changed me forever. To the one person who knows that it has been 5 years--here's looking at you kid. Hope you are in as good of place as I am!