We close on the house tomorrow. I don’t think it’s sunk in, even though I’m sitting here surrounded by boxes and mess and empty walls. Weird.
This weekend was filled with packing and puking. Well, mostly packing. The only puking was from the little girl who got sick at her friend’s birthday party. How much does that suck? Don’t we all have a memory of some childhood birthday party where some kid threw up and we remember thinking, “Thank goodness that wasn’t me!?” Poor thing. She’s been sick all weekend – so I’ve been alternating between packing and napping and being a nurse. (hey – I deserved a nap after all of that)
My friend’s son is still in the hospital – out of intensive care. Please continue to keep him in your thoughts.
That’s all for now… need to rest up these fingers for tomorrow’s signature extravaganza!