First, let me thank you for the kind words you offered to me and my family at the passing of my grandmother. It’s so nice to know there are people out there who even though may not actually ‘know’ you, still care about you. What a nice feeling.
With that said, how come you people weren’t here to help me move? In addition to going home to Texas for my grandmother’s funeral, I’ve moved. Yes, I moved out of an almost 2,000 sq. ft. house into a 950 sq. ft. home. I swear I kept thinking the ‘Hoarders’ guy was going to show up any minute. There’s a lot still left to do, in case you feel like you were left out. Just let me know when you’ll be here and I promise to have something really yummy cooked and waiting for you. I will – I promise.
Anyway – all this stress and junk has caused me to sleep even less that I already did. And it’s starting to really affect me. Don’t believe me? Every day I would pass by this picture someone ‘painted’ on a box on the utility pole:
I realized yesterday that I wasn’t going to get to see Rhett every morning on my way to work so today I stopped and took a picture so I could
blog about it remember it when I brought the last load of stuff from the old house to the new one and passed by Rhett once more. Except this time I took a closer look.
Y’all, that’s not Rhett Butler. It’s Carlton from “Fresh Prince of Bel Air”.