And I am. The list of things to do grows ever shorter, to my relief. But I think I'm developing an allergy to packing tape and double-walled corrugated boxes. Fortunately, there's always the joy of bubblewrap to compensate. In addition to the normal variety I've managed to get my grubby paws on some in a delicate shade of pink with extra-large bubbles. And there's leftovers! Tonight, Josephine, tonight...
POP!
Anyone left feeling a little twitchy after the above and lacking the appropriate accoutrements could do worse than try here.
POP! POP! POP! (Damn, one of those disappointing semi-deflated ones. When will I ever learn?) POP! POP! (ooo a nice big fat one) POP!
PS. Hopefully some semblance of normal service will return on Monday.
8 comments:
Is it wrong that I loved doing the bubble-wrap thing?
I didn't.
Okay, maybe I did.
Must be the stress of dissertation writing.
Death
On second thoughts, the timer stresses me out. Don't we have enough deadlines in our world? Can't we just pop to our own beat?
Death
*grins* Bubble wrap's great. The people around me never seem to agree, though. Strange.
*grins* Bubble wrap's great. The people around me never seem to agree, though. Strange.
-your friendly neighborhood lurker
Ack. Didn't mean to post twice. Evil computer. Sorry.
Bon voyage!!!
Karen, the bubblewrap? It's so wrong, and therefore so very very right. POP!
Death, it hadn't occurred to me about the timer, but you're right. POP! It's just that work has trained me to blithely ignore any externally-imposed deadline. POP!
FNL, clearly, the finer delights of bubblewrap require a more elevated mindset to appreciate. ;-) POP!
Mel - thanks hon, same to you.
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