So Nancy's birthday is in 2 weeks. Or so. I am too tired to look at the calendar. I need to find her something, or I shall have to fork over some possession of mine. Or not. Because chances are I might forget. I am thinking the Stephen King doll would be perfect.
Next week I have a light(er) school load, with only 4 exams. I am thinking next Saturday is in, readers. I have been craving the thrill of the chase, the open road at 6:43am as we head into parts unknown (well, not really, but you know what I mean), the mad dash to the QT for taquitos and other less-than-wholesome snacks, and of course my R and D.
For someone as highly disorganized as me, putting together my messy version of a where-shall-we-go-next map is a chance to use my sorely underdeveloped and lacking orienteering skills. I don't do this well, mind you, and often I can not read my own writing, but it is a fun, adult version of a treasure or scavenger hunt: looking on various web sites to find the sales, figuring out where they are, the potential order, and if it is a vinyl siding neighborhood, in which case my inner yard sale snob disdainfully decides it is not worth our time. Also, it gives me something to do. Did I mention that normally my list gets shoved to the bottom of my purse or lost in the pile of treasures? I really, really suck at it.
Stay tuned to see if I rejoin Nancy and the YSA. Maybe we can even convince Samantha to join us?
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