Home, Sweat, Home

Why am I writing this instead of soaking my tired muscles under a hot shower at this very moment? So that I can inform everyone reading this that please, for the love of pizza, if I ever try to relocate my belongs again (nobody say the "m" word, or imma jump off the balcony, and I live on the third floor now so that would smart some), you are to come over here and shoot me. Anyone who does not comply with this request will be pressed into service carrying ALL OF MY SHIT. Three days, 90+ degree temperatures, a pull-out couch, a stone kitchen table, and 15 hours straight of a migraine, and we're finally done, as of 9:30 PM. I think the last time I breathed or sweated this hard, I was having a great deal more fun! At least this place has A/C. Oh yeah..I've been living in a darling little 650 sq' Art Deco dollhouse since December. Great for a single Mama and her two baby girls, but not so big anymore when you add a Moose.. Oh yeah, again..not everyone knows who Da Moose is. Join us next time when I introduce the new cast members in "Whip Me, Beat Me, Make Me Use Canned Tomato Sauce".. 'Night all! P.S. To Wh-m It May Concern: thank You for my sweet, safe apartment all these months. It's been appreciated. P.P.S. Did you know, mosquitoes apparently like the taste of stress??

Comments

[liz]

Glad your move is all done!

[Beth Hoskin]

Glad your move is done. Now for the unpacking! And, yes, mosquitoes love the worker bees!

[Teri M.]

We moved almost a year ago and I'm still not unpacked. I join you in the I Hate The M Word movement.