I have to make this a quick one – the Precious is up and getting cranky waiting for me to finish my coffee. (I endeavour always to get up before him and have a cup of coffee, but it’s like he smells it and wakes up.) It occurred to me last night at 2:30 am that we are moving and I have done precious little to get ready. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I went out with a couple of friends (at the behest of a email from a male friend) to “surprise” his Aussie girlfriend with an impromptu birthday celebration. She was with an out of town friend in a hip restaurant in the entertainment district, and we 3 gals snuck in and hid by the bar (drink, drink) while they finished dinner, and then surprised her with the birthday song and proceeded to drink, drink, drink into the wee hours!
That of course led to a very hung over old lady on Sunday who did absolutely nothing other than eat breakfast at a diner cause she was too darned dehydrated to do anything else but sit and be annoyed by DH. No visit to mum, no nearby forays to Whole Paycheque to get organic milk, nothing! Our Buddhist discussion meeting was cancelled because the weather was awful (it snowed like crazy the day before) and so I sat my dehydrated ass on the couch and watched the Oscars. (By the way, where where the black people? I saw Oprah and Halle Berry – that’s it. Just saying.)
I work tomorrow night, MIL is coming over to help out, and I have not packed nearly enough.