She Bangs, She Bangs
We celebrated the 4th of July this past weekend. It's a great time of year, made especially great by the fact that I'm off work all week. Yes, I said, in case you did not hear me the first time, I'M OFF WORK ALL WEEK. Shout it from the rooftops like rude names! Glory Bee! I'm on holiday! "Vacation, it's all I ever wanted." Time off for good behavior, um, er, something like that. I didn't blow any fireworks this year, but enjoyed watching some on TV and my dog, Charlie, wasn't too froke out from all the noise, so all is well.
Despite my being formally "on vacation" (God, I love saying that) I've been cleaning up the house and unpacking all weekend. Yeah, yeah, I know. "Unpacking? But you've been living there for three years?" Doesn't help much to remind me, I already know. I never did get around to unpacking because, you see, I moved in the middle of the "dot com euphoria" and was way too busy to think about things like boxes. Now I'm paying the cost. But, it's all good, as I'm working hard completing my home and getting it in order so that I may take up photograpy again, without going insane looking for odd slides and wondering exactly what is IN those boxes. Phew!
I'll post more as more stuff gets unpacked, moved, thrown out, discovered, etc.
So far, weekends best damage: I've unearthed a bumper sticker that reads "Our Beer Contains Vitamin P" which made Mom chuckle with delight. "I always said that," she says.
Maybe I'll find that exotic Pez dispenser or two and retire from all the ebay earnings. Ah, there's still hope for me yet. Gee, wonder what's in THIS BOX over here...
Until next time...