Posted on | May 4, 2012 | 12 Comments
You know what that means, right?
It means I’m running around like a crazy person, packing, wiping butts, convincing the hubs to let me buy more pillows from Target, and potentially hooking up an IV to my vein because drinking wine from the glass cannot possibly get me drunk enough for the craziness that is about to ensue.
Totally kidding about the wine, by the way. Hangovers while moving? Sounds pretty awful. But maybe not as awful as moving while sober? I haven’t decided.
Arlo is napping, Sully is “helping” pack, and I’m jittery enough to stand out like a crack head in the grocery store. I’m excited. Like, so excited it’s annoying. And I’m totally okay with sleeping on a mattress on the floor tonight because it means we are getting the hell out of Virginia!
Virginia. It’s been real. But your overwhelming spider population and curvy, narrow roads that make my heart drop, and neighbors who refuse to smile have put a damper on my feelings for you. Ta-ta for now!
I’ll be gone until Monday, I believe. But I will have email access from my phone, so if you have some huge desire to talk to me, feel free to contact me there. I know you’re all going crazy thinking you won’t hear from me for a whole weekend.
Wish me luck and wine.