Like sands through the hourglass, so are the boxes of our lives....



Oh dear blog readers.

It's not that I don't love you.

Not at all.

It's just that I've been busy packing up the past two years and ten months of our lives into boxes I smuggled from work and blatantly stole from the grocery store.

Sometimes they have some really good boxes when there is nothing I need from that particular store.

I see it as doing them a favour.

(please don't tell on me)

When I'm not packing, I'm finding myself curled into the fetal position on the couch, sucking my thumb and watching the first Twilight movie (because I'm too lazy to open the packaging on the second one) and episodes of The Celebrity Apprentice where I admire Bret Michael's hair and wonder what it really looks like under that bandanna (don't answer that, you'll only ruin it for me).  I know these things are far from productive when it comes to packing a three bedroom house up and somehow making it all fit into a two bedroom apartment, but sparkly vampires, werewolf penis and The Donald's happy orange face makes me happy.  Besides, I'm more of a fly by the seat of her pants kind of gal, I will pack the night before, using garbage bags.










Besides, the task at hand is pretty much impossible at this point.  I see that.  I am having a hard time figuring out what kind of things I have to get rid of in order to fit us into our cozy little apartment.  Truth is, I'm a bit of a hoarder.  Not nearly as bad as those people on that show that I've never seen but have heard so much about (I don't get TLC anymore *gasp*).  I keep things that should never be thrown away. For instance my Glow Worm collection.  What if something happened to all the other Glow Worms in the world and mine was the only one left and I had to donate them to a museum to keep the Glow Worm name alive.

I also keep things like a newspaper clipping of a giant Lego man that washed up on a shore in some country, just because news like that makes me smile.  I also keep my son's teeth because they are cool and maybe one day I can make a necklace out of them.

So please bear with me, at least until I get settled, and I promise you I will take a picture of me wearing a tooth necklace once the rest of his 17 teeth fall out.

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