So as I surround myself with my life’s possessions all in boxes, it becomes a little depressing. The swirling dust bunnies do little to console me. I H-A-T-E moving. There are things on this planet that I hate more…but moving I consider right up there with getting a rectal exam from a large-fisted man with knuckle callouses that keep ripping his latex gloves.
Despite my best efforts over the last twenty plus years, I have zero total Powerball jackpot prizes to my credit. I do have a collection of clothes and miscellaneous crap that any twenty-two year old would think is pretty nifty. But for myself, it is just sad and depressing.
So as I move from South County to the spacious northwestness of St Charles, I am hoping that some good juju follows me and perhaps some better games of chance luck.
Happy Hump Day!