D-U-N done.

yep. done. finished. completed.
perfected, satisfied, settled, sewed up, shut, stopped, terminated, through, tied up, worked out, and wrapped up.

D-U-N.

packing.
and working.


mom and i finished the packing around 4 yesterday. with only one "GODDAMMIT!" and only one thing thrown. i did get smacked (for being silly) and i actually got sent to my own room in my own house by my veryownpersonal momma.

AND she had the audacity to tell me i had too many shoes and i needed to "throw some out" ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???? you don't throw shoes away. especially the 50 pairs WE have. she even said to me , and i quote, "well, you can only wear 2 at a time anyway" just because we have 6 pairs of flip flops between us does NOT mean that's too many. right? am i right? please tell me i'm right.

but we did it. i guess that means we have to move now.
and actually, i don't think i will realize that we are moving until i see Husband. thats when its going to hit me.
yeah, not when i go pick up the truck, pack some of it up, or the fact that all my stuff is in boxes in the dining room. when i see him it will be "oh shit" time.

we are really doing this. we are really moving. honest and for true. BACK to texas. i never thought that would happen.

and i worked my last shift at the coffeehouse last night. it was like any other night. but i DID have some customers bring me gifties. YAY! presents are my favorite.
but there was no pomp. no circumstance. no balloons. no dancing bears. no fireworks. hell not even a card.
gee, nice to see that i made a bigger impression on the customers, than on the staff.
BUT to the Jackass's defense, he did have a huge tradeshow in chicago for which he left yesterday and was a little wound up about that. we had our Going Away, last friday. and we partied like RockStars. (i mean, DUH!)
and we got a little teary on wednesday when we said goodbye. but he called me after the Jimmy Buffett show screaming into my answering machine. so its good to know he was able to recover.

and now, to my point.
this is the last post from #3 SC.

the next one officially will be #3 TX.

we are going to party tonight, pack tomorrow and head em up, move em out on sunday. i think the coin is still in the air whether we are going through the mountains or through atlanta. you know if i had MY way, we would stop IN atlanta (and by that i mean, ALLIE'S house) and have breakfast. maybe i can leg wrestle the Husband into submission.

so, friends, lovers, bloggers, weirdos, numbers,

next time i write, i will be "home".

yay.


~cg