I think I qualify for a PhD in avoidance.
There's the boxes. Right there in Hayden's room.
There's the piles. Right here surrounding me; surrounding most rooms of the place.
There's the entire room of stuff at the old place.
Hannah's stuff. My stuff. Hayden's stuff.
Junk.
Smelly, don't want to look at stuff, piled on top of treasures of stuff we do want but can't see anymore.
How the hell?
Oh yeah, and it's Scotty's last week in town before a month (at least) apart while I get this shit done.
Too much!!! I'm going to take a nap!
2 comments:
(((Honey)))
Can you round up a group of good friends, throw in a couple bottles of wine? I bet you could really get it knocked out, in a hurry, and have a little fun!
It'll be ok, really, it will! :)
Christine says I'm the president of the largest nation on earth: Procrasti-nation :)
yee hah whoo hoo ring the bell...ding ding
Then I'm sure she did a gloat-filled gleeful dance in my honor. Next time throw around some flower petals, too, and beat a tambourine... don't be afraid to go all out!
>O.o<
(that's me giving you the Hungarian Gramma Eye, just so ya know)
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