I just got home from running the morning music camp carpool and a quick stop a Sprouts.
(Ok, ok, and a drive through Starbucks. Desperate times, desperate measures.)
Home, shift laundry, snarf some yogurt while pinning for a few minutes.
Then must load the car and make a run to Anthem.
BUT . . . you know that point in packing where all the stuff that's left doesn't really fit well into boxes? All that odd, poopy stuff that doesn't go together? Yeah, that's where I am. I'm not terribly good at this phase of the move.
SO, I figure if I eat really slowly I can just sit longer and play on pinterest more . . . because that's SO much easier. But I've just finished it, and even scrapped the sides. All that's left is to lick out the inside of the container to drag this out any longer.
But that's just a tad obnoxious . . . even for me.
Off to do something. Because as a wise woman once wrote, "When you do stuff, stuff gets done!"