So, the lazy, hazy days are over....the crazy days have come.
Bret and I will be moving soon. This means packing and pitching. Cardboard boxes...which apparently psychologically affect my dear husband (nightmares of Borders stocking rear their ugly heads).
This means no more boredom filled afternoons...in a way I'm very grateful for this. The other part of me is going, "OMG...will we get it all done in time? Will I have time to chill?"
It wouldn't be me if it weren't crazy. It'll all work out in a strange way...as it already seems to be.