We’re flying back to the States tomorrow morning, which means that today my job is to pack. and clean. and organize. pretty much all of my favorite things. or not.
So I’m procrastinating a little.
I watched a couple episodes of Friends.
I read the news.
I read the TV recap of The Amazing Race.
I showered for an unnecessarily long time.
I daydreamed about how great it would be if I was the worker bee and G had to stay at home and pack.
I even shined my wedding ring.
I am an expert procrastinator. Ask any of my college roommates.
Here are some examples of the lengths I will go to:
These photos were taken six months ago while G and I were supposed to be packing up our old house. (Please don’t tell my husband I published these)
Cheerio, Watson! It seems we have a mystery on our hands.
A hooligan is running amuck? Blast!
Well, I say Watson, something around here is as queer as a nine bob note.
GORDON BENNET! YOU IMPOSTOR! You aren’t Watson after all!
I’m NOT?
hypocrite.
Eh. whatcha gonna do? scoundrels!
And back to work we go…
***Speaking of the husband, he just called to say that he’s coming home early- that’s my cue to bust my butt and get something done around here. yikes!***
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