Packing is wack!

I'm taking a break.

I just finished packing 22 boxes all by myself and decided to blog about it so that i can relax a bit. Jeff is out helping his mom do some things around her house, so I've been alone all day. Its a good thing though, I get to do things my way and not get distracted. See Jeff? You are a distraction =)

Chances are we will be closing before the end of the month and I don't want to wait until the last minute to get things ready. There is still a lot of things to do, but I'm tired. If I was rich I would probably be paying movers to do this for me. Or maybe I would just leave everything here and buy new things, hey if I'm rich why not? Actually, I'm attached to my things so maybe not. I would also feel really weird for other people to go through my stuff. I guess either way I'm stuck with the job right?

Imagine if for whatever reason the whole house thing doesn't work out. OMG I would die! I will refuse to unpack and throw a tantrum. The house is now vacant so maybe I'll move in anyway, what the heck! I'll even handcuff myself to it until they give in. See? I have a plan. I'm getting the house no matter what.

O.K. maybe I'll stop with the drama now, there is no reason why it won't work out, but just in case I want you to know that I'm very determined to get it. We've spent a nice chunk of money on the bathroom already, I've had tiles in my car for a week, Jeff has quite a few things in his car and don't forget the toilets in my dining room... I want my house! I'm just freaking out that something will go wrong, and if something does..... that would really tick me off!

Let me stop with the negative thoughts, its not good for my health.

I'm breathing,

Relaxing,

Going back to packing...