I woke up this morning, rolled over, and said to my husband, "It is June 1st." I closed my eyes again and sighed, "Oh. My. God."
I have 12 days left to get everything packed up for the sea container that will be arriving.
Would you like to see what my office looks like right now?
Oh, shit. I am in deep, deep trouble here.
I am going to be the heavy here. I am the master of my destiny AND my domain. (hee hee *wink, wink* nudge, nudge) I will make the hard decision here.
I am so addicted to this crazy on-line world and all of your outrageous, authentic, beautiful personalities. But I've got things to attend to that can no longer be procrastinated away.
I am going to Blogger Rehab. I will be detoxing the hard way over the next two weeks. That's right. I'm going cold turkey. I honestly can't even imagine how I will make it that long. I really can't.
But I must and will.
When I get to Montana in two weeks, I will def. be back for a post or two. And July will see a resumption of business, as usual. Wish me luck!
Oh, and I'm sure I will be twittering (I'm not going back to the Stone Age, after all!), so you can catch updates there. Twitter seems to have decided that my account isn't worth saving (damn their non-existent support!!), so if you don't see any activity on my 'amysprite' account, check out my NEW account under 'BitchinWife.'
I'll miss you guys!!!!!