See, this is the problem with trying to pack to move. Easter baskets sum it up perfectly. Keep? Store? Pack? Throw away? They're not quite worth boxing up and moving. But it's a pain to buy new ones every year. And how do you store them so they don't take up a ton of space for something so light and cheap? Arrgh....just don't know what to do with easter baskets. They've become a metaphor for everything that stands between me and a perfectly boxed-up house. Mental gridlock.
I took a break from the dilemmas this evening to take my little patriot to do our civic duty.
She hogged all the "sih-ers," to the delight of the grandparently poll workers.
I'm forgetting what life is like when it's not about to be completely disrupted!
6/3/08
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
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