So I can either watch the Comedy Central roast of Roseanne or start emptying my soul of all of it's stress... I am so sorry that I haven't involved you all (my two blog followers) in my long distance move recently. Ok, I'll do both, which is quite a feat considering my Jameson intake tonight. Picture this: My husband is watching tv, my dog is chewing a bone, they both want to know what I'm doing. I'm thinking. I want to give away all of my spices, pack my spatulas and Caphalon, wonder how to cook for the next two weeks without these things. I wonder if the DOT motorcycle helmets I ordered from Amazon will arrive before my Harley class that I scheduled for the last week I'm in Atlanta. Funny, but I now know even more that I am the biggest procrastinator in the world. I'm not brand promoting but... gotta pacify my sponsors. Who am I kidding, no one wants to sponsor this blog. Well, it's tough writing drunk tonight, but I still think my grammars pretty good.
Also, this roast sucks...
