Compulsive Procrastination

That's right everyone. . . I now have a name for my problem. Thanks to Rae, I can now easily explain why my house is such a mess. Anything and everything is more interesting than the task at hand.

Hi, I'm Megatha, and I'm a compulsive procrastinator.

On a lighter note, I have found the key to keeping my house clean. All I have to do is find a hot man for Rae somewhere near my house--because in her very own words: "I would totally clean for sex."

And finding a man to take care of my best friend's, um, needs has GOT to be more interesting than actually doing my cleaning myself, right?

And don't worry Rae, I'll supply all the mace you'll ever need ;)

Update!

Great news! We're staying in Utah!!! I don't have to pack up the house and kids; I don't have to try to sell a house in this cruddy market; I don't have to worry about missing my traveling this summer! Z-man has been asked to allow a backgroud check by a great company in a final step before they offer him a job! Now maybe I can re-claim some brain cells and actually get something done today. . . . nah--too busy doing a happy dance!

Um. . . yeah.

WOW! That's the only thought in my head this morning. I had every intention of posting something thoughtful, meaningful, blah blah blah. Then, last night, ZMan applied for a couple jobs way out of state. I didn't think he'd actually do it, but he did. I'm 1/2 giddy and 1/2 terrified. And absolutely no coherent thought can make it's way through the wall of "WOW" that is currently holding court in my mind.