Been avoiding Mom since last week. I really have had a cold, but it's more cowardice on my part.
Honestly, this whole journey is rapidly becoming like dusting.
I hate dusting. Can someone please invent one-time dust? It doesn't need to take precedence over a cure for cancer or any other crap disease, but you know, really, really soon after that. Thanks in advance.
Here's the conversation in my head about dusting: "What?! More dust?! I just did it three weeks ago! (or was that five...) Where does this stuff come from? [glares suspiciously at cats innocently lolling about nearby] Do you guys have a dust manufacturing plant nearby? Is THAT what you do all night while I'm sleeping?!"
Some very kind friends are coming to help, one of them even picked up boxes. I hadn't even done that. Such a loser. I'll go over before them and tell her the news. Crap, just remembered I need to get $200 in cash to pay the movers. Maybe I can pack her off to the hairdresser's today. Lord knows she needs it.
On a total different note, my niece, (another one, not the one responsible for my startlingly fast addiction to Ancestry.com ;), picked me to be her pen pal. (Seriously, how adorable is THAT?) Her letter came yesterday. She told me about her Halloween evening and going to a haunted house nearby. The last line was "[her brother] brought a friend. I brought a friend too, my dad." Awww!
Well, I'd better go get dressed and, in the words of Miracle Max in "The Princess Bride", ..."have fun storming the castle."