Seriously, how much more can I talk about this? Hello…hello…someone is still reading this, right?…tap…tap…is this thing still on? Well, I hope so.
Anyway…how to gracefully avoid unpacking for another day…
Invite a friend over with her brand new, shiny boy and precious two year-old daughter. Let the kids run crazy while we discuss where to get the best pedicure, where to shop, our vineyards and planning our eventual tasting rooms. Girl stuff.
Give a haircut to a tree that was blocking a portion of my view. Yep, I gave it a good trim.
Spend an hour planning where I want the movers to put my armoire. Really it wasn’t that hard of a decision but I wanted to make sure, he-he.
Suck up dust bunnies with the vacuum.
Watch reruns of Coach.
Eat two bowlfuls of Tillamook Marionberry Pie Ice Cream. Sinful and worth every bite.
Spend a loooooong time in the backyard photographing the flowers for no reason.
Walk around the block three times with the kids looking at everyone’s gardens and unique homes.
However, the movers are coming today to unload all the furniture. I can’t avoid the inevitable much longer. But I do think my Dutch oven is in the POD they are emptying. I feel lost without the Dutch. It’s my favorite pot to cook in.
But we’re going out to dinner tonight so pot meeting the stove will have to wait.
One Year Ago Today: Peace Comes Out of the Fog
