H Bomb is still gone, so I wake up to Lucky pushing against my head, becuase he is hungry.... so I feed him.... I go for a 4 mile run... becuase this is something I decide I want to get back into routine with... then I jump on the internet to look at jobs... until Lucky steps on the computer keyboard to write his own message...I need to be quicker with this cat... he is totally winning.
Turn on the TV to see Hoarders..... a show... that is perfect to watch before I go to my next task.... PACKING..... the parental unit (Pat and Tom) are coming to town tomorrow night to pack my stuff into storage... so I will be officially traveling with clothes.... roller blades... bike... and my car, no more house stuff. I am hoping everything fits into my car. Women have a lot of clothes.. and I am a little worried.
I spoke to my brother last night and we are going to be tight with closet space at his house.... 1 GUY to 2 LADIES... the house will be full of stuff.... and there is talk of another moving sale when H Bomb and I get down there... no need for us to become CLOTHES HOARDERS...... and I have already been to Plato's Closet... two times....and it sucks when you get a message back from them stating... your clothes are too mature.... which equals no cash... and that I am an old loser.... Ouch. Can't they just say.... no thank you..... no need to go into details.
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