Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : humorless
Usually, there is humor somewhere inside this not-quite-right brain.
Finding a wet, sandy dog wiggling around on your sheets just seems to suck the humor right out of a person.
At 2:00am, the sheets, blanket and pillowcase were in the washer. Then, I had to aim the fan at the wetness that was underneath the sheets.
In bed by 3 and up at 9, I began moving “stuff” off the shelves – and then move the shelves into the living room — so my better half can assemble my new monster-desk.
I just looked at the clock. It’s 11:40. It feels like I’ve been working 6 hours already. A bill from 2009 was behind the shelf. I can only promise the space is cleaner.
What do I have to show for all my hard work? A gallon of dog hair covered in dirt — and a headache.
It reminds me of packing for a move.
In my naive days, I was thinking, “This room should take an hour to pack.”
A day later, I’d packed half the room and was close to melt-down.
I’ve had to pack up an entire house at least 4 times in my life. Trust the woman who moved from Florida to Minnesota, to Wisconsin, to Illinois, to Kentucky, to North Carolina, Wisconsin, then California, Texas, and back to Florida.
I don’t care if it costs $3,000 more. If I ever have to move again, I’ll either be going to Forest Lawn Cemetery to avoid doing it, or I’m hiring packers.