Sorry for neglecting you.
As it happens- life happens. And around these here parts it means packing and graduating and cleaning (less of that though- mostly just packing). We're in the home stretch. Moving on Saturday. Crossing fingers and toes and eyes that all goes well. I will do a Mother's Day part 2 post at a later date. My dear sweet mama deserves a post of her own and I cannot do it justice with the limited brain power on which I am currently trying to function. Breakdowns are a daily occurrence. Despite getting rid of SO MUCH STUFF- we still have FAR too much. But I'm at the "I-don't-care-throw-it-in-a-box" stage and Sean has been so good to keep us a bit more organized than that.
Today I had a fun test- the glucose test. Drink a
Attended my last book club last week. I don't even really want to post about it. It was lovely- though we were missing a few- and missing them a lot. I may have to make an annual trip up here for a weekend bookclub getaway at some point. Enough of that.
We look like drunkards. Our house is floor to ceiling with alcohol boxes. The liquor store always has the best boxes and they give them out for FREE (in Adam Sandler's voice)! It was a little awkward when I went in a few weeks ago with my pregnant belly. The looks I got--boy were they relieved when I said I just wanted boxes. Pretty funny though. Made me think of the movie Baby Mama. "I knew something was up when I saw you beatin' yo' baby bump." Classy movie. I laughed so hard I almost peed. Must have been one of those need-a-laugh nights.
Well. I really need to get back to packing SOMETHING- though at this point I'm not sure what. Probably the Schnapps box.