This whole "getting a house ready to sell and we are moving" thing
is getting to the very last nerves we have!
is getting to the very last nerves we have!
And after raising two kids I thought my nerves were made of steel
- no -
made of titanium.
Wait - make that
Adamantium
Wolverine by Ciao Cacau
But alas, I am not Wolverine.
Any ways it's his bones, not his nerves, that are made of that indestructible metal.
BillHubby and I have been sorting, packing, debating, lifting, shifting and I never thought I'd really mean it when I said it but - we really are to old for this crap.
Everything aches.
I have bruises on my bruises.
My eyelashes even hurt.
Look around our house and you see jumbles where there was once a living room.
Stacks where we used to sit.
That puddle over there?
That's me.
(Looks like Odo doesn't it? Am I showing my geekyness here?)
Stanley Kitteh and Kitteh Kitteh Lovely are beside themselves.
Here I think they are plotting an escape.
Now they are acting as if nothing is going on!





