A Note from the Trenches
May 30, 2005
Happy Memorial Day, y'all!
Wish you were here, as I would totally put you to work.
That's my bedroom, along with every single thing from our storage area crawlspace things, dragged out and strewn around the room. We pulled everything out so we'd be forced to ask the tough questions, like why are we saving empty wrapping paper tubes and the TiVo box, and what IS IT with me and the saving of shopping bags from upscale stores?
FYI: Jason did all the actual dragging and strewing. I supervised.
It's really easy to get out of doing things when you look this pregnant.
In between pondering the mysteries of my selective packrattiness (box from Thomas Pink = save, extra wedding photo prints = trash) and 300 trips to The Container Store (which is like CRACK for nesting pregnant women), we also kind of bought a new car.
(What? You were maybe expecting a station wagon or an SUV something? Ha. Like hell.)
But oh, CALM DOWN, it has a backseat that is fully LATCH-compatible and freestyle rear doors. And we already have a sort-of-wagon for primary child transport purposes blah blah blah.
It also has a 238-horsepower engine for which to get Squishy to playgroup very, very quickly. Corners like it's on fucking rails, y'all.