Bouncy Czech

• The dog rolled it some shit today and both of us were whimpering during her bath because holy crap that shit burned my nostrils.
• Speaking of shit, I first clogged the toilet and then unclogged it – go ME!
• I still can’t find Bouncy boy’s sleepsack and I DO sleep better when he’s contained in it. I choose to obsess over that rather than stress myself out over the fact that our neighbors can see inside my mouth when we have breakfast or that there are no rugs in this house either.
• Lastly, oh how I missed me some lolcats

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I am so done with you

accomplishment today:
bought cutlery (throw out fancy plastic ones)
filled out one sudoku with PEN
brought a car full of stuff from the old house (mostly whole wheat couscous)
I am doing laudry right now
I rock!

This typing on a phone is getting old quickly.
Three days without the Internet – I am proud of myself.
Still have to buy cutlery and a rug. (that is not true, I need probably 65 more items so Ikea is in order.)
So sick of these short sentences.

In the new house.
There’s no Internet.
Yet.
There are no curtains.
You can see me from the street.
Typing and glowing
in the dark.

OMG we’re movin.

Baby had to rest on a dog bed.
So toasty though.

Also, we totally won the weather lottery.

I still have boxes to pack, clothes to put away, laundry to fold, toddler meals to plan, yet I find myself still on the couch. I am paralyzed. And very very sleepy.

I don’t know where we are going to sleep tomorrow. I don’t remember the new place’s layout. It’s basically like moving into fuzzy dark hole (too gross?). It’s very exciting. In an uncomfortable way.

Hold me. And pack that box, will’ya?

I took Halloween/Fall/Pumpkin pictures today. I had to get my act together before the pumpkins start disintegrating on the front steps.

Of course it was raining and cloudy so the impromtu photoshoot took place in the living room – how seasonal!

Bouncy boy training for Thanksgiving…

1. Swedish meatballs are overrated.

2. Two shopping carts full of SKÄRPTIGG (=basic household crap) just barely fits in my car.

3. Sorry, couldn’t resist poking at the whimsical names.

4. Who knew you can buy actual living things there? Next time I am getting an orchid there. It’s going to be a kickass scandinavian viking (no pansy…HA) and I am going to call it THORBJÖRG.

This blogging thing is hard this year.

Here’s the latest cop-out. I should just shut up here and twitter these things instead.

Also, I am too lazy to correct the previous post: we are moving on Sunday – not Saturday. Whew, that would be awkward if you came over on Saturday and we didn’t live there yet.