In a Word: Uhh.
December 13, 2006
So hi! Hey. Look at me! Typing words. Words that say things. Whoa.
Many apologies for the lack of posting. It's just that...and then the...thing...with the place...
Okay, I have no absolutely no excuse. Well, absolutely no excuse other than skull-fucking laziness. And possibly the move on Monday.* But since I already confessed to hiring the movers to pack everything, you know I'm not frantically wrapping my dishes in newspaper and huffing the Sharpies. I'm just...making a lot of phone calls? Looking at furniture catalogs? Sitting on the couch with my feet up, watching Arrested Development reruns while a line of drool rolls down my chin?
We're officially in a weird, boring sort of pre-move limbo. I don't want to go grocery shopping because I'm sure a lot of stuff in the fridge will end up getting tossed. I don't want to go Christmas shopping because we'll just have to move everything. I don't want to put all the laundry away because WHATEVER, just shove the piles in some trash bags and be done with it. I don't want to vacuum because we'll be getting the area rugs and carpet** professionally cleaned at the new house. I don't want to clean the bathroom because it's not my fucking problem anymore.
Oh, and I don't want to update my blog because I'm not sure when our new Internet access will be set up in the new house next week and I don't want y'all to get spoiled. I'm just trying to prepare you! I slack because I care!
Bleh. This is boring. Let's look at some photos of a toddler in some stripey grampa pajamas.
(Yes, he did leave the iron on, now that he thinks good and hard about it.)
(Improving his essential-for-life bead-pushing skills.)
(He does have a crib. Sometimes we even let him sleep there.)
(Missie called this Noah's "Toddler Owen Wilson hair" in the comments last week and I have been stealing that description ever since.)
(Ever-so-helpfully replacing the lens cap.)
*MONDAY. My head just exploded typing that.
**I still hate the fucking carpet.