But, don't you worry your little hearts.
Hummmm, what do I miss.......
I miss Fun Dip.
Seriously. I really miss it. I haven't had Fun Dip in like eons. Is that how you spell 'eon'? Apparently. Spell check isn't bulking.
Ok. Truly, right this minute I miss beer. Moving all day and people (aheemmmm, my husband, my parents, my friends, the entire universe) are pounding brews and I'm over here, "Well, my feet are extra fluffy tonight. Do you know how to spell 'eon'? O'Doul's blows ass."
I also miss my Dad, Mike, but that's like every day.
Eww, that just got all poopay.
Yes, I think you should say it poop-AAAY.
Can you tell that I'm running on two nights sleep that total 3.4 hours, I've been on my feet all day, the smell wafering off my body is extra pungent, and my feet hurt so bad I'm considering amputee-ism? Or, basically, I'm tired as all hell.
Because this post is making about negative sense.
I think I'm going to go now.
Ohhhh, BTW, I'm totally writing this from the 'new house'!!!!!
Plus a ladder.