Coming Up for Air
If you haven’t heard, I’m taking 89 of my newest friends on a cruise next week. Oh, yes, I a little stressed, why do you ask? In the past weeks, I’ve been packing boxes, gathering things together, attempting not to lose my mind (I’ve failed a few times, trust me, it wasn’t pretty.)
In my latest attempt at totally finishing up, so I can get to the part where I pack clean underwear for my trip, I brought the last boxes in from the garage (the cold garage with that oddly annoying ‘garage smell’) and put them next to my desk. I spent the better part of yesterday packing, repacking, and checking the contents of said boxes. No, they have not shipped yet.
Late last night, I was working on yet another flyer for the trip and asked the Prince’s help. He walked over to my desk, looked at the piles and asked, “How does one get from here to there safely?”
“Um, safety is a relative term at this point. I’m thinking if you make it without falling on your butt you are ahead of me.”
April 17th, 2007 at 11:30 am
Oh Queen,
We know all will be well, and you will shine! The Prince’s question just begs for all kinds of responses, doesn’t it?
April 17th, 2007 at 1:25 pm
She also neglects to mention that the question was asked after I had stepped on the ruler she was apparently using to designate as the perimeter of insanity- A ruler that then slid along the floor trying to send me flying in to her desk…