If it's Thursday Dec. 1st and you are reading this, then I am in the middle of what promises to be a long and arduous move from Point A to the new Point B (aka our new home). Right now my back is being strained from me not "lifting with the legs"; somewhere on my personage is a cut or a scrape from pushing without thinking; I smell of dirt and body odor while my oily sweaty skin keeps getting wiped "clean" by the sleeve of my hoodie; my brain keeps wandering towards what is waiting for me when I am finished: Dinosaur BBQ.
Jealous? I wouldn't be either...except for the Dinosaur BBQ part. She's REAL gooooooood.