"honey, have you seen the computer?"

Packing...packing, packing, packing...oh, how I hate to pack. I'm officially "unemployed" - which is quite fabulous, actually. But now that I have quit working my new job is to pack pack pack. Ugh. Our house is a total hovel at the moment.

Here's how it works for all of you non-military folks...
TMO (no, I don't know what it stands for) - aka: the "movers" - come to the house and pack everything up for you. They wrap dishes - load boxes - label boxes...they are wonderful and I love them. Normally moving is no fun but it's not too bad with TMO's help. But since we are moving to Japan we are very limited in the amount of weight we can take with us - this means not one, not two, but three moves!! The "storage" move - for all of the stuff that we chose not to bring, the "express" shipment - things we will need right away (pots and pans, bedding, etc), and the "rest" - everything else we've chosen to take but do not need immediately. In addition to the those three moves we are having a gianormous yard sale...I mean we are selling everything: sofa and chaise, bedroom set, all kinds of crap. And since we are scheduled for a shit-ton of moves we have to have everything organized for TMO so they can come in and get cracking - that's where I come in. Our otherwise beautiful home has been reduced to a make-shift storage unit. The rooms are no longer "guest room" / "office" / "dining room" / guest bath" but rather "storage" / "to Japan 1" / "to Japan 2" / "what the hell is this shit?" rooms. Blech.

I'm working on my second pot of coffee and I'm about to polish off my first pack of cigs. The dogs and the cat are a little out of sorts - they know something's going on. Poor babies.

It's not to say that I've been doing this non-stop. I've taken time to eat a little something and watch my new guilty-pleasure show "I love New York" because I do, in fact, love New York. She's too fabulous. As well as a few other shows on "E!" with the fashion police being catty about the red-carpet outfits {Did you see Beyonce? Come on!! Are you kidding me??}

All in all I like being a housewife...who knew? I wouldn't quite consider myself a "Desperate Housewife" I think I'm more of a "Dusty Housewife" at this point. LOL. Seriously, I don't think I've ever dusted - I've almost blown out my goozler a few times because I can't stop sneezing. Good Lawd, could I use a little Pledge now and then? Sheesh. Some "housewife" I am, huh? My hero:: Peg Bundy...LOL.

Okay, enough blogging...gosta get to packing...later gators.