Ready or Not ....

.... ummmmmmm .... I'm choosing "not".

And here's why:
(Oh, and Son #1 came home Monday, to spend some time with me before I leave and to stay while I'm gone.  Isn't he great?)



  To put it bluntly ..... I guess you could say we've been torturing the cat:

You see, as I was purging the house I found a little OSU football jersey that we bought years ago for a much smaller animal (a dog).  I left it out and when the 2 of the Sons came into my room they saw it.  I tossed it to Son #1 and asked if he remembered it.  He chuckled and said that he did.  He asked what I was doing with it and I told him it would look good on the cat .... and then told him to try to get it on Oliver, though I doubted that he would succeed.

                 He does good work:

              But that good work led to this:

                  Which led to this:

  Which led to this (help me out here, does he look a little p***ed off to you?):

Yes, I can see that my bed skirt is a bit frayed.
Don't judge.

After a few moments he seemed to have recovered (at least enough to try and kill me with his green lasers of death):

Little did I know that he was forming a plan (and again, I hate to be a bother, but is he still p***ed?!):

                         Which led to this (look closely):

                       A little closer ......

                Well what do you know?!  He's a little smarter than I thought:

All of that is just an elaborate excuse for why my bedroom looks like this:

                          And this:

                           And this:

           And .... why my bathroom looks like this:

So .... yeah ..... I'm not ready.
Which is ok ..... since I'm not leaving until Saturday.
Morning.
Yikes!  That gives me 12 less hours than I had been thinking!

Wait ................................................. okay, much better.
That was me ..... waiting for the moment of panic intense stress to pass.
And I just noticed that "House Hunters International" is on ...... so I'm going to watch that now .....
and panic .... clear a space on my bed so that I can sleep on it get things a bit more organized later.

Because really ..... when I can find out how much it would set me back cost to purchase a home in lovely Honduras ..... why would I spend time panicking organizing?
I can always sleep on the couch.

Happy Wednesday, Peeps.
:)

And no, you may not ask me about the exercise ball.

;-)