Moms off to an appointment and when she gets home were getting on the road to MD (3.5 hr drive). Im supposed to feed and potty all of the dogs, give carsick pills to the ones who cant hold their kibble, fold down crates and get all of our 9,000 bags and boxes ready to load into the van TO BE READY TO GO THE SECOND SHE GETS HOME (her emphasis). What Ive done so far: 1- Drink coffee, check Facebook, check email. 2- Get more coffee because Fiona drank half of mine, remember I need to have breakfast and grab a Babybel cheese. Yum. Cheese. 3- Pack my shoes. 4- Realize Fiona drank my ****** coffee again and this is a losing battle, she is way smarter than me, or could possibly be some kind of ninja. 5- Raid Moms closet for everything black or hot pink. She really shouldnt buy clothes that I like if she doesnt want me to borrow them. Hey, where did she get those cool Timbreblue polo shirts? I want one. 6- Unpack shoes, decide to leave half of them home, repack shoes. 7- Decide I might really NEED those other shoes, repack shoes. 8- Discover Im one bag short and really ponder those shoes. But I LIKE them... 9- Realize Im a bag short because one bag is ENTIRELY socks. Do I really need all of those socks for 6 days? 10- Who am I kidding, OF COURSE I need all of those socks. The shoes, however, can go. Its a freakin dog show. I need two pairs of comfy shoes that could pass for dressy if I cleaned them with a baby wipe. Maybe one pair of dressy heels for the banquet. 11- Oh crap, I better get some stuff done. Is that REALLY the time?? !!!! 12- What was I supposed to be doing?
Posted on: Mon, 21 Apr 2014 15:45:44 +0000
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