mother and child re-oon-oon-yun

I’m taking a very brief break from blogging about the stress of packing/moving and/or about furniture (though, trust me, there is a cornucopia of posts lined up about those very tedious subjects). However, since I don’t seem to have a lot of brain juice, I’m stealing a charming and short conversation seen on Facebook between…

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forearm bruises are so sexay

This weekend is all about hauling massive pieces of furniture to and fro. On Friday, friends picked up the surreally heavy and unwieldy office furniture that has lived in this house like big oak-veneered albatrosses. I warned them that these pieces are heavy (like, can’t even budge them one inch by myself) but they really…

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little guy is dead; long live little guy

There is a lot, oh so very much a lot to do. I tried to write a condensed list of the tasks that must be accomplished over the next few 3.5 months, but I gulped, got an immediate ulcer, and deleted it. The only good thing about an epic to-do list is that I can…

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