Morning, all. It's Monday. It's relatively early here and I am still in the morning grumpy period of my day, so this will most likely be short and not-so-sweet.
Mrs M and I are having one this week at their house, and we are busting our butts getting ready for it. My livingroom looks like my storage closet exploded in there...which it kind of did, in effect. I've been talking about the level of excess of clothing we have in this house, but only now is it coming into true focus. Dear sweet Mary we have a lot of clothes. After the sale either many residents of Omaha, OR Salvation Army, will have lots of clothes. Either way, we will not. I won't know what to do with all those storage totes. But I'll manage.
Occupation on the beach has been spotty at best the last week, but hoping to get more time under my belt this week. Weight is holding steady but not going down because, well, I'm not always on the beach, and we all know how that goes. That fried ice cream at ElMatador Saturday night did not do me ANY favors.
It really was, our cool little dinner last week at preschool. I totally rocked the snack walk, if I say so myself. Greg claims the line was clear out into the hallway. I'll take his word for it. But the kids had fun, and with any luck we raised a good chunk of money for Samantha's preschool Nature Center. And with any luck I'll remember next year to not sign up for so much crap in April.
Really, that's about it, folks. I will be consumed with garage sale stuff most of this week. Except for this morning - this morning I have GOT to clean my house, because holy MOLY it's trashed. I won't even TELL you how many days it's been since I've actually cleaned my kitchen. So I'll do that this morning in lieu of garage sale pricing, and get Samantha off to school and Jackson down for his nap, and then get back at it. Pretty exciting stuff this week, right? Yeah, I know.
Hope you have a great week and I hope to be back to blogging more soon!