Procrastination is happening right now, this very minute
I'm moving into a new house in, like (pulls out fingers, sticks tongue out of side of mouth, eyes upwards and diagonal in concentration, counting) 11 days? 10? Do you count today, if you're screwing off?
The house, I mean, not the weather, which is obviously dunk-your-balls-in-a- cherry- slushie- COLD. The new yard is HUGE and the kitchen is SHINY and there are things like GRANITE and TILE and NEW FLOORS and it's so nice that you can almost forget it's in a totally shady part of town, across the street from a Kroger.
Oh, sorry about the CAPS LOCK. Cold weather and real estate purchases both make me yell. You might want to back away from the screen a tad, so as not to hurt your ears.
Anyway, yes. Nice house, moderately shady part of town, groceries quite convenient. That will be good for beer runs and toilet paper runs and, quite frankly, any other kind of runs we might be in the mood for at some point in the future. Caper runs. Anchovy runs. Need some Crisco? Let's run!
Anyway. Right. As I was saying. We're going to "transition" from one abode to the other this time, as we take possession of said house on the first of February and must vacate the current house at the last of February.
Hey, I have a great idea! I'm going to move in February, the shortest, coldest month of the year, a month which handily coincides with Mike's busiest time of year at work, all in uncertain times for the real estate market. I'm one smart cookie, I am.
I have never gradually moved before. Most of my experience is with 24 to 48 hours of the hectically shoving of computer cords and throw pillows into unlabeled boxes whilst yelling, "Mike, I found an uneaten pizza slice under the bed! Perhaps from last February! We are now fighting!"
(Just kidding, I never found an uneaten pizza slice under my bed, that would be horrific. We did find one under the seat of Mike's car, a few years back, though. Also, I think this is an excellent time to mention that, one 8:30 am many years ago, I showed up to help move Mysterious Third Sister out of her dorm room, which she had to vacate by noon, and she was ENTIRELY UNPACKED. It was a Herculean task, but we did it.)
(Prediction! MTS will comment on this post, saying that she was just "mostly" unpacked, and you should not believe her!)
(Hindsight is 20-20: Perhaps this attitude is why I've never gotten a full security deposit back.)
I should be packing right now, and I should not stop for another 10 days, or perhaps month. Mike and I have moved a ton of times (4? 5? JEEZUS!), but we have accumulated a bunch of crap since our last move, seeing as how we're both gainfully employed and all DINKY and shit.
Today's task is actually a purging one. I either should be or actually am going to go through my clothes and decide which ones Need To Go. Quite frankly, many of them do. Not only does much of my wardrobe suck, but the new house, while gorgeous and bigger in many ways, does not actually have the closet space that our current house has. And I've been making full (pun!) use of my current closets, mostly by shoving crap in them until the doors barely close.
I do not want to deal with that, no, no I don't. I would rather sit on the couch and watch seven consecutive episodes of Law & Order.
And now I will leave you, wondering whether I chose the path of purging righteousness or slothful TNT (which knows drama).
Also, this thing could use a walk: