Holy crap.

We're moving Monday. I'm so unprepared. I don't even know where some of our dirty items are to pack separately so that the movers don't think we're total pervs. I hid them when Munchkin got mobile. Which basically means either Munchkin or the movers will find them first. I'm going to have to practice delivering my "What?! It's a neck massager!" line with a straight face.

And, of course, I just accepted a new assignment even though I have no idea when my phone/internet will be turned on in the new place. Why? I could not tell you. I think it must be early onset dementia because when I got the email asking if I had time to take the article on, the move did not even enter my mind. I mean, time? What's that? Certainly something as meaningless as time in between the moving of all my worldly goods and a severed connection to the outside world can't affect me! I'm INVINCIBLE.

More like, I'm in trouble. Hold me.