Business per Unusual

Good Morning Delights! I'm up! And being fake-productive. I wrapped coffee mugs & my blender so they'll be ready to place in a moving box once I get one. I also put a lot of the not-regularly used cooking utensils in a box to pump up my packing party. I'll be heading out the door here shortly to donate a pile of books, dvd's, clothes, and jewelry to the women's shelter. I always do it under the guise of night so I'm not seen doing my shady good deeds. Once I went there when I thought they were closed & I was too embarrassed to get out and donate the clothes, so I just drove away. WTHades is that about? How can one be embarrassed about donating? No se hermanas, but I certainly was. Weird, I know. I'm hungry. Who's with me? I'll share my peanut butter slathered granny smith apple with any of ya. Dilemma of the moment: If authorized, should I let the Army come pack up my household goods and transport them to GA for me? Or should I do it myself and get reimbursed? At 1st I was adamant about moving myself because I don't like to be separated from my stuff. And if something is lost or broken, I'd rather it be me who's responsible. Now I'm leaning more toward them coming to get my stuff so that I don't have to hitch my car to a moving truck & try to maneuver it all over the southern highways and bi-ways. What do yall think? Plus, where the hell is my stuff gonna go? I've no place to live in GA as of yet. Aye yi yi. Something great will happen, right? Sure.


Here's a sign that I'm doing serious packing (or moving stuff from one place to another) work. I've got my sneakers on sans socks. Now that's SERIOUS business right there. Fo' real. You gotta believe me! By the by, my legs are naturally bowed. Don't be concerned that I have rickets. There was a fella at Eastern who used to call me Parenthesis. True story!

Today's Objectives:
♣  Donate items
♣  Wash car
♣  Breakfast in Austin while my ailing laptop gets a physical
♣  Smile
♣  Diet as well as possible


Enjoy the day Divas! Own it!