At Disneyland last Sunday, we were walking through New Orleans Square and my future cousin in law John said that considering the kind of guys I like, I should really go to Comic Con someday; I'd meet a guy. I replied with, "I can't help it. I like the nerdy guys." To which a passing guy replied, "I'm nerdy!"
Moving is so damn expensive. How I mentioned this before? OHMIGOD so expensive. That is all.
That said, we got a lot done today. Packed up all my books. Pulled all my photos and art off the walls. All the packing is now feeling doable. Which is exciting. The hardest part is figuring out what I can pack and what I may actually need in the next week and a half. Soooo should I pack Rosie the Vibrator? I may *need* it.
Speaking of which, I should probably put my sexy box in my car before my dad comes down to help me move. Wouldn't want the pop to have to find that. Scar and old man for life. OH and I'm reading Sex for One
If you've never seen Thoroughly Modern Millie
2 comments mean you love me:
WooHoo! First! Score! I am obviously spectaculah. Either that or have no life and spend all my evenings on the Nennernet. After I beat the kids and send them to bed with no dinner.
I love love love Thoroughly Modern Millie. And you're right, much wisdom there.
no excuse me, I have to go hide my vibrator in the barn before the cleaning lady comes tomorrow. She's judge-y.
Sorry this took so long to approve, Dawn. Blogger is a sombitch sometimes.
judgey cleany lady no bueno.
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