The Hot Mess is Messy-The Packing Report
So I'm trying to pack up all my shit. (Can I swear on here?) for Zambia, which I think I already talked about in a previous blog post. The problem is that packing is hella pain in the ass. Mostly I just move things from one pile to the next and eventually the piles disappear but it takes forever. At least there are paths through my living room. I'm like an ant. Tiny and petite lifting things twice my weight. The bookshelves are actually pretty empty, so that's a start. I'm dreading the pile on top of my dresser and the one in the bathroom. I just seem to have an organizational system for my jewelry that's called, "piling." So I dig around and sometimes lose things and sometimes FIND things. Like I just found these awesome gold earrings I'd forgotten about since I wore them last on a trip I took to Florida 2 years! It was a BONUS find! Anyway, I better get crackin' because once CousinQ returns on Thursday, life will be full of