Let me start somewhere near a begginning...the Chickens and I were in our own townhouse. Now, the owner of that place was raising the rent (April said, uh...NO THANKS), and so we moved right next door to
Now, fast forward past court dates/lawyer
I looked in six boxes in the basement where my books are. Ummmm...nope. Not in there.
I then looked in two boxes in TheCrapRoom where I thought that they might be, well, because there were scrapbook albums in there and well, maybe just maybe I had placed them in there. Ummm...no.
I then found two other books that I wanted to be mated with their pals that have actually made it OUT of boxes and are in the family room. Cool. Score. Uhhh....not what I was looking for.
SO. After going to the grocery store, because it was a necessary thing and besides the store is -
I found my four matching frames for the 4Chickens' school pictures. I cleaned them, wiped down the glass and set them on the table for installation. OH THAT'S RIGHT...I can't install those because I haven't hung the mantle shelving that those big frames rest on.
*set the shelving aside for hanging*
Then I remembered that I can't decide which room to hang those shelves in...
Then I looked in the corner of the crap room and realized that I had two boxes that looked unfamiliar...BOOKS???
Kitchen stuff -- WEIRD STUFF, like not every day usage stuff. Bundt cake pan (which truth be told I've never EVER even used) as well as Tupperware deviled egg holders. Yes I'm serious. It's a process, okay?
Here's where things go awry...(not that they weren't already, because clearly I have ADHD issues afoot)...
Elder boy chicken's teacher liason (aka the snitch, whom will be receiving a gift card to the liquor store from me at the end of the year) . This unforeseen speed bump knocked all of the other things off course, as then I had to call theKeeper of the elder-boy chicken and discuss schedules/medications/blahblahblah....so an hour and 45minutes later....
I end up back at the computer again, reply back to the liason, wait for arrival of boy-chicken-in-hot-water-soon. Forward my response to theKeeper of the boy-chicken...Walk back up the stairs and look at the fan-friggin-tastical mess that I've made with frames/photos/shelves all waiting for my attention....and I realize that ....
I STILL HAVEN"T FOUND THE STUPID BOOKS.
and this is why things don't get done, and also to answer to why we're eating toast for dinner.
You're welcome. I think.