One Hundred Things? WTF was I thinking? It's a lot. I'm up to like 37. Lori? Where's your shit, and how much will it cost to ship it?
Bare with me till Sunday, will ya? Sunday is the day. I need time, people. One Hundred things is a lot.
We can talk about other stuff until then, right? Like how I've gotten like 3 blog awards that I've yet to acknowledge beyond a lame "I know I got it and I'll do it in a minute, okay?" comments. God, I suck. I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I owe my brother a letter or a dozen, also, and I've not done that yet, either. I'm so far behind. On everything.
I feel like I need a reset. Like if I could just start fresh, updated and current, everything would be great. But we don't have reset buttons. I just have to make the time to make it all happen.
And then I read those words I wrote and I'm like, "Oh, Natalie, you're such a lazy bitch." It's true. My "busy" is like everyone else's "relaxing". I'm just a princess.
So, I have no excuse for anything and I'm going to go work on that giveaway thing some more so you don't all end up thinking I'm a big fat asshole. :)
And you're all still WAY awesome.
Oh SWEETIE! I'll make you a pile of my shit! Clay will be SO happy for me to give our shit away! I'll bring it to you for free, but I got nothing on shipping it. I'm the worstest mailer ever.ReplyDelete
I have this funny mental picture of you scrambling through the house muttering "Where the hell am I going to get 100 things?"ReplyDelete
I've found the best thing to do when life gets a bit ahead of you is just to sit back for a bit, drink a beer and relax, breathe and regroup! Everything just seems to fall together proper like after that :D
Oh, I got some ideas, girl. Individual q-tips? Single socks that have lost their mates? That shirt that's missing a button that you're probably never going to sew back on anyway? Voila!ReplyDelete
You crack me up! Buy some googly eyes from Michael's, glue them onto cotton balls and rocks and you got yourself some inanimate pets.ReplyDelete
Great ideas! Even better...we'll put the googly eyes on the mismatched socks, and send out SOCK PUPPETS!! Anyone who receives a sock puppet in the mail and does not crack a smile is dead to me.ReplyDelete