Time to Freak
Yes, it is now officially time to FREAK OUT.
We have a signed contract to sell our house.
FREAK.
OUT.
Ya know how sometimes you just get a wild hair and do something and don’t think it will have consequences?
- Putting a bean up your nose.
- Walking like an Egyptian.
- Smearing crunchy peanut butter on your ear to let dog lick it off.
- Asking Helen Keller to dance.
- Farting in the library.
- Forgetting to smile during your portrait.
- Answering the phone with a fake girly voice.
- Letting Jesus determine the last supper.
- Buying Flip.
Yeah, like that. I got a wild hair that we should put our house on the market with a “make me move” price. And sell it furnished. With 90 day possession.
We did. In February.
July 5th we will be homeless.
Time to freak.
Change is good. Quit freakin’ out and start packin’! 😀
Fo Sho! I’m exhausted from toting stuff. Seems like I’m handling stuff three times! Gotta get a system. 🙂
What’s the plan, Stan? Or you guys not have one? Daring!@
Hey, since when is freaking out not a plan?