Here are some pictures of our new house.  If feels more like home everyday.  The first few nights you feel like you’re staying in a hotel.  The dirty dishes in the sink and the laundry pile quickly reminded me that this was not a full-service hotel!

I finally moved Baby Boy out of our bedroom and into his crib.  Yes, I know he’s five-months-old and it should have happened months ago, but it’s done now.  The boys are sharing a room so that the extra room can be used as an office. 

The big move is on Saturday and I’ve been working all week just getting closets and cupboards  packed into boxes.  I know that from the pictures you can’t really tell that progress is being made, but I think we’re going to be in good shape by Saturday.

I went to Wal-Mart at the beginning of the week and I bought a shirt to go with my navy blue poka-dotted skirt.  When I brought it home I realized that it didn’t really go with the skirt so I kept the receipt so I could take it back.

The problem is, I have searched all over the house and cannot find the receipt.  I also realized that because I paid for my items at the self-checkout counter, the theft device is still on the shirt.

For the last two days I have been rehearsing what I am going to say to the clerk standing behind the return counter.  Who will undoubtedly be staring at me with an expression that says, “Do I have stupid written all over my face?”.  There’s no way around it, they’re going to think I stole the shirt.  Not only will I be labeled a thief; but a really stupid thief, who tries to return the shirt she stole.  The case will be filed under the “stupid criminal” file and my story will become fodder for countless morning D.J’s.

It is at this point that I imagine two beefy Wal-Mart security officers taking me by the elbows and escorting me to a small, dingy, windowless room, where they interrogate me until the police arrive to finger print me.  I will then have to pay a fine and have a criminal record.  All because of a shirt.

That’s when the zebra attacks!

A mighty struggle ensues , he panics and swings wildly at the zebra
only to have it come back and hit him full force in the head.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.  He bites down on the zebra,
and finds himself tangled up with the wild animal.

Apparently  the secret to happiness is not wealth, power, or fame.  It is a large metal bucket filled with warm water and bubbles.