Go west, young Awkwards!
We are in the process of moving into a house! Readers, a house. Anyone who has read my thrilling ode to stairs knows that it is time to move. I can't even tell you what a mess this apartment is right now. Most of our stuff is at the house thanks to the Awesome, Excellent, Wonderful, and Phenomenal Families. (It pays to have superhero friends.) But we are sleeping here at the apartment, as we are renting a truck tomorrow to move our furniture. It is wild. I can't find knives, combs, Windex. But most disturbingly, I can't find my corkscrew.....
But no need to fear, Awesome Mom is bringing hers over later, and we are gonna have a little wine to celebrate the new house and fortify for tomorrow's move extravaganza. I may have a little extra to cope with the fact that I am going to be without you for a couple days, Readers. Our Internet won't be set up in our new lair until next week sometime! I know. I know. How on earth am I going to survive without you. Without Pandora. Without Amazon. Without imdb. No idea. But I am gonna call on my inner reserves and muddle through. And probably drink more wine.
Back soon, Readers! But while we are gone, maybe you could ponder and come up with a name for our new lair! The Batcave is taken. Stark Tower doesn't really suit a ranch-style house. And Fortress of Solitude is just laughable....Fortress of Screaming, maybe. We are leaning toward the Awkward Asylum, thoughts?
The Supers with the only toys left in the apartment, which look plenty to me. Maybe I just won't unpack the other 857847584899.
We are in the process of moving into a house! Readers, a house. Anyone who has read my thrilling ode to stairs knows that it is time to move. I can't even tell you what a mess this apartment is right now. Most of our stuff is at the house thanks to the Awesome, Excellent, Wonderful, and Phenomenal Families. (It pays to have superhero friends.) But we are sleeping here at the apartment, as we are renting a truck tomorrow to move our furniture. It is wild. I can't find knives, combs, Windex. But most disturbingly, I can't find my corkscrew.....
But no need to fear, Awesome Mom is bringing hers over later, and we are gonna have a little wine to celebrate the new house and fortify for tomorrow's move extravaganza. I may have a little extra to cope with the fact that I am going to be without you for a couple days, Readers. Our Internet won't be set up in our new lair until next week sometime! I know. I know. How on earth am I going to survive without you. Without Pandora. Without Amazon. Without imdb. No idea. But I am gonna call on my inner reserves and muddle through. And probably drink more wine.
Back soon, Readers! But while we are gone, maybe you could ponder and come up with a name for our new lair! The Batcave is taken. Stark Tower doesn't really suit a ranch-style house. And Fortress of Solitude is just laughable....Fortress of Screaming, maybe. We are leaning toward the Awkward Asylum, thoughts?
The Supers with the only toys left in the apartment, which look plenty to me. Maybe I just won't unpack the other 857847584899.
Have a safe move and a smooth transition to a new place!
ReplyDeleteThanks! It has already been one of the nicer moves I have been apart of!
DeleteI'm so impressed that all three Supers are sitting for a picture! I can't get Katie to do that and there's only one of her. That's why virtually all Katie pictures are taken in her highchair.
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the move, we'll miss you!
I may have given them candy....I'm not telling...
DeleteA couple notes:
ReplyDelete- where you wrote "I can't find my corkscrew", I read that as "I can't find my crossbow". I was seriously impressed for a minute, and a little scared. I think a crossbow would be a great accessory for an Awkward Mom action figure. "Now with super crossbow action! Watch as she now slays Perfect Mom with even more than sheer wit!"
- um, I forgot note two. I was too intent on writing about your action figure. We need to work on that.
- oh, I remember. Awkward Asylum is quite good. You are the queen of alliteration, after all. Very appropriate.
Well, I think it goes without saying that I can't find my crossbow either.
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