Now I really have no excuse!

Blog and you shall receive.

(Oh, hello, Frigidaire, I would love to be a Test Drive Mom, feel free to ask!!!)

However, my granted wish may not be so full of the OOOOOHHHH, WHOA! factor, yet it does come with it’s own special brand of YAY!

Because, I got boxes, yo!!

Lots of boxes.

Like, stacks of boxes so high you can no longer see my front door, lots of boxes.

Boxes of all shapes and sizes  <—because we do NOT box discriminate up in here!

And I am thankful.

The thing that truly makes me realize I have got to buckle down and actually accomplish some putting-of-things-into the boxes?

Well, it could be the fact that I spent a good portion of Saturday night asking strange men if they were in possession of a condom and if they were, would they be so kind as to blow it up for me?  It’s for CHARITY! Kids with cancer NEED you to blow up that condom!!  Some bald kid is just waiting for you to blow up the one Trojan you packed tonight with such high hopes, and it’s totally ok, dude, because you were SO NOT going to be using it anyway.  Trust me. With that unfortunate choice of facial hair grooming? Not a chance. Just BLOW UP THE CONDOM!

We were “Team Rehab” thankyouverymuch!

NOTE to self: Mirror +Words = FAIL

Team Rehab: Heidi Fleiss, Lindsay Lohan, Britney Spears, Paula Abdul and Amy Winehouse…and these? Are apparently all my REALLY white friends.

**side note just for my husband: GUESS who kicked MUCH boootay at the Star Wars/Comic Book trivia venue?  That’s right. Me. How sexy am I NOW?**

Packing instead of all THAT fun? Are you serious? Do you KNOW me at all?

Or it could be that one of the loads of boxes dropped off was from my friend Tiffany….whose daughter is going through Bone Marrow Transplant…so, nothing says Go-Getter! Responsible! Time Managing! adult like knowing that the mom of a child in BMT is trolling for boxes and has now officially done more in the way of the actual moving process than I have.

SO, I have arranged for some friends to come over, I will bribe them with coffee or mimosas (whatever works best) and tomorrow they will help me get things moving in the right direction.

THEY will be the driving force that inspires me to packing greatness!  We will move mountains of laundry and leap over rivers of accumulated C.R.A.P.!  With their help I WILL pack this house!  I will! I WILL!

Except for one friend. I will be keeping an eye on her to make sure she’s not actually drinking all my booze stealing all my clothes just unpacking the boxes as we go along, as she has repeatedly let me know she protests this move.

And she hates me now.

AWWW, sort of sweet, ain’t it?