This has nothing to do with positive thinking or publishing even. It's more like I completely forgot it was my night to blog until right before bedtime and then I went, well, I don't think I can post that. :) The only thing I could think of was moving. Moving is a pain. The end result is great, but while it's happening, not so good. The DH is stressed out and I have no clue about finances, which means I'm no good at helping him with most stuff.
Did you guys know books attract dust? I've been wondering why there is so little dust downstairs, it's b/c it floated upstairs to the bookcase and attacked the poor books. Excuse me while I go get a Kleenex. ha!
So we're trying to keep the house neat and the dogs go outside and one comes back (it would be the one we just bathed) sopping wet with his feet covered in mud. Since it hasn't been raining I stick my head outside and realize that the dog decided to take on a mission to kill the neighbor's sprinkler head. This sprinkler head comes up right underneath the fence. Go figure. For years the neighbors have been saying that they will move the sprinkler. Uh-huh. Now it's spraying in our yard, creating mud that no good dog can resist, which in turn makes muddy floors. So much for a clean house.
That's what's going on in my life. What's up with you?
can we wear one of these at conference? 'Cause that would be AWESOME!
For Christie!
hahahahahaha
3 comments:
I would shave my head before moving again. And don't you just love it when the realtor tells you all the awful comments people make about your choice in decor.
When we were selling our last house, one of the real estate agents called from my front yard and wanted to come in. I said sure but I wasn't able to leave right that minute so I stayed while she brought a potential buyer inside. I overheard their comments and while the buyer was complimentary on things the agent kept finding all sorts of negative things to say. I hope she made a change with her career because she was the worst sales person I've ever seen.
i've lived in four states. i think i've had more addresses than a rolodex. moving isn't so bad when people pack your stuff for you. the bad part is spending the night at la quinta inn with two large dogs while your stuff is rolling down the interstate 12 hours behind you.
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