I am in slow mo. I should have the girls and myself packed for the next month by now (according to my moving-checklist). The bags and inventory are out, yet I didn't quite finish. Tomorrow, I need to finish packing, run to the bank, get a father's day something for aaron and my dad, make cafe rio pork and sides for a party, call the swine roofer, pack the wii, oh a million other things I can't remember right now. I'm dragging my feet because I'm not quite ready for the moving gauntlet. But the more I drag, then the gauntlet gets worse. Writing this all out right now is only stressing me more. This is no good. The ladies are going to love me tomorrow when I crack my whip....
Aaron and I finally saw Indiana Jones while we were in Denver. Lucas is falling apart. First JarJar, now Shia Leboof (or whatever the crap his name is, he's just a no-talent ass clown). If they make another series of Indiana Jones with Shia, I'm going to be pissed. I love Raiders, this was not Raiders. But it was better than Temple of Doom...well, maybe that's giving it too much credit. There were some crazy cheesy parts in Crystal Aliens.
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