I’ve been rubbing 2 1/2 month old Cash’s soft fuzzy head for good luck with our move. It’s very soft. The moving company has arrived to start packing our things. I will not rub their heads. Every time I turn around, they are packing up something I need. I am keeping a very close eye on the baby when they are in the room.
I can’t wait to breastfeed in front of the movers. If my boobs don’t get me a discount now, they never will. This really is their moment to shine.
By the way, if you’ve ever wanted to fight with your spouse more, you should totally move. It gives you the opportunity to discuss loudly and intensely the best ways to sort through and pack things.
The fact that we have no basement or attic in our new home means we have had to make some tough decisions about what stays and what goes. My junior prom dress and my jean jacket from 1983 with the Preppy & Proud pin made the cut. Listen, just because I haven’t worn something for 30 years doesn’t mean I won’t.
I got a little teary eyed in Stop & Shop yesterday. First of all, I love their natural section. Second, I was talking to this old guy behind me in the deli line. He was so sweet and I thought, “I’m never going to see this guy again. How sad.”
OMG. I don’t even know him. He’s 78 and buying turkey. Get it together Kelcey!!
Speaking of goodbyes, I think we sold our Jeep. It’s from 1998. 156,000 miles. No AC. Needs new tires. Obviously, it sells itself. I’ve been in a relationship with my Jeep longer than Rick. In fact, I think the Jeep was one of the reasons Rick started dating me. Later on, he began to notice my dynamic personality. But I hooked him with the car.
In the midst of all the chaos, I went to the OBGYN today. Because moving isn’t fun enough, it’s great to squeeze in a pap smear. As my male, 60 something OBGYN was examining me, I blurted out, “This is the last you’ll see of me! I’m moving to Florida.”
Of course – it came out sounding like it was the last he’d see of my lady parts when I meant ALL of me.
Meanwhile, I can’t get that cups song out of my head…
When I’m gone
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone
You’re gonna miss me by my hair
You’re gonna miss me everywhere, oh
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.