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I’m drinking champagne RIGHT NOW

Hey, we're all moved in now. I know this because the boxes are piled up to the ceiling, I have vowed never to speak to anyone at the moving company ever again, the children have arrived and bounced off the walls and declared their closets secret clubhouses (hey, did you know that in Georgia most people do not have basements? and so there are many many closets, as a pitiful excuse for storage, instead?), and there is no paint or anything having to do with paint sitting around on my floor anymore. So, yeah, it's simply lovely, and if you don't mind getting lost in the Magical Box Labryinth or...

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There are no pictures. . .

... because I can no longer lift my arms. Maybe next week. So. Um. We bought this house, and then we pretty much went over there and painted for the next forty eight hours straight. Otto managed to lure various friends of his over to assist, which was nice, but it was still a whoooooole lotta painting. AND we're not done yet! Because the copper wall takes TWO coats of base color and TWO coats of metallic overlay, which means we have one more metallic layer to go tomorrow, after which I suspect the living room will be six inches narrower than it was before we started, because HOLY HELL four...

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15 hours, 50 years

I do hereby recommend that everyone be required to take one really long-ass road trip with one's new spouse within the first few months of getting married. This will be a perfect test of compatibility and tolerance for the long haul (as it were) of the union as a whole, right there in the microcosm where no matter where you go, there are a dozen McDonald's and nothing decent to eat. Otto and I seem to have cleared this hurdle without much trouble, although it was certainly an experience to remember. * * * * * When I commented to Otto that his car was getting really good mileage because I...

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Things to do with a half-numb face

I had the cavity the dentist found on Friday filled first thing this morning, because nothing starts the day off better than a cheek full of novocaine. The dentist's office was positively mobbed this morning---I guess lots of people have suffered all weekend and ask to be seen ASAP on Monday---and my teeny little cavity was a low priority. I suspect the dentist knew he'd be running between me and several other patients, because he injected about a gallon of novocaine into my face and then LEFT for half an hour. Laying prone on a dentist chair while you stare at the ceiling and poke your...

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And now, the minutiae

I may have sort of kind of forgotten what a colossal pain in the ass it is to move. Perhaps I blocked it out, much like labor. ("See, I have a beautiful child here! I know nothing of this searing pain and ruined anatomy of which you speak!") Like that. The phone has become my constant companion. I need to talk to lots of people. They are not interested in my pool or my gazebo, but they would very much like to make sure that their bills follow me wherever I may go, so we're spending a lot of time making sure that that can happen. Also Otto and I need to talk approximately twenty times a day...

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Susan said it would be interesting

I have very little to report, because I often try to stick to the whole "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" thing. Oh. You're laughing. Right. Well, there is a small exception to that rule, you know, which is that if you don't have anything nice to say but you DO have something funny to say, then go ahead. In that case, I go ahead. Today I have nothing nice or funny, though I do have 2600 square feet of boat anchor around my neck, so if my posture is a little off, that's why. While chatting with Susan this evening and complaining that I had nothing to blog...

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By any other name, still the same

I was paying some bills this weekend and realized that hey, I'm moving in less than a month, and I should probably really stop, I don't know, writing checks on an account I'm going to be closing soon. Duh. Why yes, I HAVE managed to do all of my banking with a local New England bank instead of one of the eleventy national chain banks available in the area, thank you for noticing. Ahem. So this morning, I got the kids off to school and did some work and then set out for the local branch of Big National Bank to open new accounts. Sure, I could've just stayed home and shoved paperclips into my...

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Brains leaking out my ears

We've come to that time of our program where I start to lose my mind. It's not dramatic or particularly concerning, really. It's just that between the kids, selling the house, work, and getting married, my brain is full. People ask me questions and I stare at them blankly. I have a stack of mail I keep stuffing in a box (because the house is being shown, and no one wants a house where there's mail visible!) even though I know there's things in there I should probably be paying attention to, like bills and paychecks. The kicker, of course, is that everyone else retains their regular mental...

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Consider the alternatives

Hey, guess what! My house didn't sell this weekend, and today after church we pretty much did... nothing. That leaves slim pickings for posting, really. Let's see. Possible topics for tonight include: 1) Whining about the fact that my house hasn't sold yet; 2) Rambling on and on about the joys of a day at home where I spend the entire day sniping at the children to PICK UP PICK UP and snatching laundry from the dryer and putting it away IMMEDIATELY because the house must be kept clean (see item 1); 3) Pointing out that my acne has apparently not been notified either of the fact that I'm in...

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