I've moved onto packing the necessary things. yeah, yeah, I know I said I had moved almost everything. And that's true. But almost everything was easy. It's now down to the wire here and I have to essentially pack for a vacation, but also pack to move. It's. Killing. Me.
In other news, Taylor is being ornery. This wouldn't be a problem if it was one of my other children, but this girl is so sweet natured that the orneryness leads me to believe she's got some kind of bug. Of course, then I would have to take her to the doctor. Which means I would have to have a shower, which means I'd be done with the packing because there is no way I'm going to get cleaned up to get dirty again.
I'm my own self saboteur.
And did you hear? I'm going to a little blog party thingamajig. Tonight. Hosted by Lindsey. I promise to bring some kind of yummy treat. Whatever is on sale at whichever grocery store I pass on the way to your house. m'kay?
I'll also be stopping at QT, so if you need me to bring you a drink, let me know.
Now, I feel the need to overshare with you. (I know, whoever would have thought that I would ever overshare any personal information...... boys? you might prefer to stop reading at this point because the next bit is all about my UTERUS and it's tendency to PASS STUFF)
So I had the ablation thing, and it's all well and good, and I'm off Vicadin for the first time in, I don't know, a year and a half? But let me tell you, healing from a third degree burn is messy. I keep passing "stuff" (for lack of a better word) and the pussing, Oy, the pussy weird flesh colored STUFF you guys. I'm. Over. It. At least it doesn't smell.
And I've been cleared for "relations" once again. (Even though in my head, I'm all, "but I'm healing from burns! and I can what! Won't that cause an infection!" and now my thought process is more along the lines of Oh. My. Life. I can't believe I'm posting this on the internet for the whole world to read...)
I have no shame