So, here we are in the new shack. I thought everything would be unpacked and set up the way I wanted by now, but it looks more like a tornado after-math ... 10-7=3
I have been taking the whole process in chunks (about the size of a cheeseball) and do as much each day as I can without going crazy. Boxes are stupid, and that is basically what I have learned. Also, you never find what you need at first, just a bunch of spatulas. Why do I have spatulas anyway? I don't remember buying any spatulas. Maybe I should give a few out as blogging awards. CONGRATULATIONS !!!!!!!!! ... You just won the GOLDEN SPATULA AWARD (yes you) *** Spatula - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia ***One accomplishment I can claim is the "Bundle O Quintessential" man stuff I gathered
on my coffee table. To live a good (and rewarding) life there are just certain must have items to be out there for the taking. The things I need, the things I covet, the things that excite me like Juice Newton in a bikini. OK ... nothing excites me like Juice Newton in a bikini, but my collective pile of goodies comes close. I have my trusty roll of tape to slap posters on the wall (of Juice Newton), some choice DVD's for my movie theater, the VIP electronic pack, magazines to stimulate my mind and also my brain, my golf trophy from the Super Chalice 5000 Tournament, my lucky wood chair, and of course .... man's BESTEST friend, THE REMOTE CONTROL.With these items within an arms reach, I feel confident that my new residence will prove to be in harmony with nature and the forces that rule the universe. What you want to avoid is pissing off the universe and have all your primo crap disappear down a black hole vortex of time and space. Let me tell you from experience ... that sucks!
I decided to just run back and forth wearing a lamp shade for the rest of the night because I cannot for the life of me find any light bulbs.
