I have nothing interesting to say except that we are in limbo.
Starting to make a mess at my current residence while trying to make the other one move in ready.
And its going to be a CRAAAA-zzzy summer.
The first ever McCoy reunion (there are 8 kids remember?) that has been in the works for almost a year is getting revamped since Jason's sister is getting married now the week later (the Mormons don't mess around). Seattle here we come.
And I am looking into cloning myself. I think this might be very smart. That way the crabby lady can go work on the house all day and clean and make some sense of the chaos. Then the happy mom can cook and help at home and not force her kids to play in the dirt that is the back yard while she is cleaning the popcorn residue off the walls.
But Mr. Lowe's guy I would just like you to know that since you told me that only professionals can texture walls and I can't do it...which I think you were just saying since I'm a woman and one with a big belly, now I'm determined that you are dumb and I can do it. Because not all Lowes employees are the same and I think I just scored the sexist dumb one cause I doubt you'd say that to my husband.
Or maybe I'll just cave in later cause I'm not a magician people. I can't do everything.