It’s Wednesday. I always celebrate “Happy Wednesday” on Wednesday…makes sense…otherwise it would be Happy…other day.
But we’re in the middle of moving this week, and I would rather…well, the list is pretty much endless as to what I would rather do than move…
It’s not even the “moving” that’s so bad…it’s the cleaning up afterward…the sorting through junk in the garage…the weeping…the sobbing…the screaming…
And then there are the vows of “never again”…I will be buried in the new house before I move again…my next move will involve guys in suits and a pine box…
Plus, a lot of bemoaning the fact that I never quite whipped the whole “pack rat” thing…
I have been threatening to float a rumor to all the “haters” out there that I would be devastating beyond repair if someone were to…say…burn the old house down…or something...i don’t know, they could be creative. (it could be quite a release of pent up hostility…) 
Anyway, I think I’ll celebrate “Happy Wednesday” next Wednesday…
…it’s just better for everyone.
Did you hear the joke about the blonde who was killed by her own junk, while moving, so they had her funeral at the Goodwill just to make it easier on everyone involved…
Just kidding…sort of.
Peace out.
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