Bullety goodness

• I would like to invite my blogging friends, you know who you are, to START BLOGGING AGAIN!
  
• I miss you guys. I miss your words.
  
• I'm tired.
• Like, seriously, I am mentally and physically exhausted.
  
• Summer was so busy, I was so stressed for a variety of reasons, work was insane, then the move and blah blah blah has just all come together to cause me to want to veg out and not think.
• I want to ESCAPE. I need a holiday.
  
• We got our new bed yesterday.
  
• Delivered by two of the smelliest guys I have ever smelled.
  
• Like, wow, had to fumigate the apartment AND burn candles.
  
• The new bed is pretty sweet.
  
• It's very tall and supportive and lush.
• Why did we wait 14 years to get a new one?
  
• From now on, new bed every 10 years, or sooner if it starts to need it. NO EXCEPTIONS.
• My back will thank me.
  
• I couldn't get out of the bed this morning. Physically could NOT.
• So I just kind of didn't.
• I deserve it.
  
• I still couldn't escape the Blackberry though.
  
• I saw a strange thing: this chick walked by wearing skin tight shiny latex leggings, a tight sheer sweater that did not cover her bum, high fuck me heels that clicked like hooker shoes...and she had a head scarf on. It was total mixed messages and I am now confused. Is that legal for a muslim chick to dress like a ho but wear a headscarf?
• It was sort of like a nun in a minidress, like WTF?
• I had to go to three different stores to get night lights and drain screens.
  
• I miss Target.
  
• I'm going home for Thanksgiving.
  
• Also, I realized something: From now on the phrase "Act your age not your shoe size" can no longer apply to me.
  
• My age IS my shoe size (in Europe, which is 41.)
  
• Sigh.