You know what I love? Putting stuff off.
No seriously.
Anytime anyone of you has received a long email from me just know that there was a house to clean, a paper to write, documents to be filed, laundry to do, bed to make, or myriad other things I should have been doing. Like right now. I can't find the printer underneath all the crap stacked on it. (Dad, the long time lover of "stacks," would have thrown it all away about 15 pieces of paper ago.) Instead of filing it I decide to start and post on a brand new blog. I don't see what the problem is really.
The best part about all of it is that I've been off for two days and my only goals have been to clean the house, do the dishes, and shave my legs. I did the dishes... just barely. I promised FNNR I would make tacos and that required a pan at the bottom of the stack. I think she requested the meal on purpose. As I've been working on the hair on my legs for a couple of weeks (don't judge. It's Christmas time and I work retail.) I'm hesitant to get rid of it. We've sort of formed a relationship. And the house? Well, Mizuno is camping out in his yet-to-be-put-away cat carrier and the other cat is running laps around the house only stopping long enough to jump and spew a triumphant meow on top of the carrier after each lap.
And since we are on the subject, I've been listening to a lot of Avett Brothers lately. I don't know why I do it to myself. I love them and I love their music but it almost always tends to put me into a reflective mood. I start thinking about love and it's aspects, about home (they are from North Carolina), and about being a good person. For whatever reason the Avett Brothers epitomize the "good guy from the south." I'm FROM the south and am not sure that that particular specimen really exists. But I always start to wonder if I love enough whenever I listen to the Avetts. Do you guys know I love you? Yeah, I'm a crappy correspondent. Sorry. But never ever wonder if I love you. I do. That's it forever.
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