My life is shot to hell. I voted last night in American Idol. I couldn’t help myself. After the retinue of disco renditions, Bo Bice taking on Vehicle drove me to the phone. Wow! So, now I’ve officially participated in the world’s biggest popularity contest. :rolleyes:
How do we wind up with weird quirks? I seroiusly hate to unpack a suitcase. That road trip my daughter and I took two weeks ago over Spring Break–suitcase is still in the closet to be unpacked–uh, I did pull out the dirty clothes, but the clean ones are still waiting to be unpacked and put away. The overnight bag I took to the retreat? Sitting in the closet next to the Spring Break bag. One year I didn’t unpack my bag from National Conference (end of July) until October. It just sat on the guest room bed for three months. Really I don’t have a daily need for business suits or an evening gown, so it sat there. Maybe it’s that I hate that the fun trip is over and unpacking represents a return to the mundane. Or maybe it’s that I’m just lazy…. :hehe:
Jen
