Whoa. Long time. D@mn.

I honestly thought I'd posted at least once last week - even nicked it off my to-do list like a good little Type A Personality. So much for that. My birthday last week was the high point of a whole lot of rushing to have the house ready to flip and have the carpets cleaned by 10 October.

It's still not ready? I know, right? Would you like to know why? Immaturity. Only it's just over the past couple of days that I've realized that the cause is immaturity. Didgeridoo Boy has a pile of his stuff in what is going to be our bedroom. I've been asking him to move it to the storage room. I've tried reminding him who's done all the work so far. I've tried buying him candy. Four (?) weeks later, it's still there. Rather than go ahead and proceed with everything else, I simply refused to do any more until he took care of this one thing. Should I just do it myself? No. But I am going to proceed with working around him, if only to make myself look better.

Let's see - - what else has happened....?

OH! Oh, oh, OH! Get this! The jungle path has been cleared! A crew came out and sprayed the weeds. The ultimatum worked, finally, in a massive, exhausting five minute effort. Those brave, brave souls toiled until every last weed had been sprayed. I'll stop - - having ranted about this horse shit all summer, the thought of another go-round gives me a headache. We can get our trash can out of our back yard. Frankly, we don't know how to act, we're so relieved at having that nonsense behind us. Granted, we do still have the Turbo T-Word next door, but we won and she can kiss my ass, so it's fine. And we've re-hired the yard guy to take care of the front postage stamp, which makes her place look even worse by comparison. Win and WIN, baby. (Hold on while I do my victory dance - it involves a moon walk, so I'll be a minute or two.)

(How very un-yogini of me, right? Sue me. I'm human.)

Anything else? No. I think you're up to date. I've rediscovered high heels after vowing off them for a few years, but that's another post. Plus I'm too embarrassed to write about it as of yet.

So, all of that carried on about in highly caffeinated fashion, have some seasonal music in celebration of October's arrival. Hell, and yes, darlings.