It's Saturday night at ten and I'm on the couch, reading blogs and taking ridiculous quizzes. Normally, I would be out on a Saturday night, most likely partying with movie stars and sipping champagne with heads of state, but I gave up that life when I realized it was only happening in my head.
Spent all day packing and purging. I swear, if we had the money to spare, I would just empty the entire contents of this house into a garbage dump and start fresh in the new house. Well, except for the DVDs and CDs. Took too long to accumulate them. And the kids. I don't think the people moving in here when we leave would appreciate finding two kids stuffed in the closet.
While I was packing, I was also thinking. Plotting out that movie where Jesus takes on the zombies. I decided the zombies should win, but they don't get to gloat too much because God pays a visit and smites them all with a ten ton megawatt lightning bolt. And then Jesus comes back for the sequel: The Fashion of the Christ, in which Jesus is maligned by the fashion community for those hideous robes that are all the Jesus wannabes are wearing.
Anyhow, Saturday night after a day spent packing up, getting bitched at for being a minion of satan (if only - I hear the pay is great) and bitching about protesters. It's always good to end a day like with a few useless quizzes.