I think… I finally… packed… my brain.
I’ve been joking about that for a week or so, but I believe it has happened. I am officially fried. FRIED.
But I think we’re now actually very close to being able to move OUT of the old apartment and into the new one… once they give us access to the new place. Ack!
MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR thank yous to the families Koellish and Lindsay. Y’all kick ass!!!!! Wow!
I’m fried. Luckily, the Chihuahua I’m taking care of doesn’t mind. Sadly, the people I’m to interact with… yeah, they’d prefer a non-fried Bon. Maybe next week.
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Actually, I prefer my Bon toasted rather than fried. 😉
5 more days, baybeeeeee! Yoooooo can dooooo eeet!!!
Happy to help.
I hope you labeled the box “brain” as I am sure it will be one of the first things you need to unpack!
Cindy
P.S. Carly loved Thwock. And on a side note, I was reading a Carl Hiassen book last night and came across that name as term to describe the sound of a character tossing something out his window.I would elaborate as to what and where it landed, it is humorous but not pleasant!