I have a ton of jokes, miles of them, about this bag labeled “twin”. Then I really studied the picture and got a little freaked out- it really does look like the outline of a child- at least the child’s left leg.
So I decided that if a photo sans joke freaks me out [and I packed the bag so I know that there is no kid in there suffocating for the sake of humor], probably for you non-packers, a photo with a joke might freak you out so severely that it sends you over the edge.
And I try to keep you on edge. Much like myself. See, it gives us something to bond over. Our tender mental states.
Packing update, you say? Well, with a little more than 24 hours to go until moving trucks arrive to haul my life [and my “ideas” and my “big jugs”] away, I’ve pretty much worked tirelessly for 4 days, and I have come to this conclusion.
I wish I was a turtle.
I would carry my house and belongings on my back.
And I would carry some pancakes.
Carbs compared to lullabies? Sheesh… how do you even BEGIN to untangle THAT issue? Paging Dr. Freud.
Thank you and good night.