Lucy Sitting in a Pile of Clothes

We have three showings scheduled on our house this weekend — boom, boom, boom. The first one is at 9:00 AM tomorrow, and I found out about it today. The house is a disaster, Chris is in the woods (a la Thoreau) working on his dissertation, and I’m home with all the kids, the dogs, and the guinea pig. Two cans of Big Red just exploded — one in my pantry, one in the garage. You know what that means? This is the extent of my weekend blogging.

And YES, I’m still moving my old blog posts over. Promise. Cross my heart. Soon. Mean it.

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