Why One Should Never Visit Me at Moving Time...

Holy BALLS it's been a long time since I've posted. Believe me, I've been busy, not dead. We put our house up for sale this week, and between the cleaning and the kids, I'm ready to just burn the place down and collect insurance.

Misfit Hausfrau came to see me this past weekend! Wee!! We've been planning on this visit, like, forEVAH, giggling with glee over all we'd do while she's here. Drinking! Shopping! Spa! Alas, in the end, she busted her ass raking my leaves, cleaning my kitchen, blah blah blah, because our open house was this weekend. We did do fun things, like discuss our previous boyfriends over lots of wine. And we greatly enjoyed observing the cross section of humanity that inhabits the local greasy spoon. Oh, and I even took her to the spectacle that is Trivia Night, because she had to witness it for herself, people. I'm sure she'll tell you I WAS NOT MAKING ANYTHING UP!!!

But back to busting our asses---publicly, Hausfrau, I am declaring my eternal gratitude to you. And we're going to try this thing called "just hanging out" when I go to see you next week.

Oh yes. Yes we will.

And between you and me, may I just say,

YERS!!!!!