Best Week Ever

VH1 has a fantastic show called "Best Week Ever." If you need to know which contestant spit on another equally charming young lady on Flavor of Love, just watch Best Week Ever. If you want to see David Hasselhoff's new "Jump in My Car" video, watch Best Week Ever. And if you need to know the lyrics to the latest Weird Al Yankovic tune, Best Week Ever baby.

This show is great because they spend a full 30 minutes being completely rude and overwhelmingly sarcastic about the stupid things celebrities - and non-celebrities - have done in the past week. Now that's my kind of current events show.

The Fitzgerald clan is not having the Best Week Ever. We are moving in 2 days. This means we are packing up our lives in boxes and realizing what we own is actually ALL yardsale material. It's been a rather depressing week.

We've learned a few things along the way. For one, SuperHubby has a completely different theory on packing than I do. My theory is wait until the last minute, pack a few boxes, move them to the new house, unpack, repeat. SH isn't quite with me on this one. He started packing 2 weeks ago. And he started with our food. Interesting way to make me diet.

I noticed last night that I not only have a purse fetish and a daytimer fetish, but I am strangely addicted to rubbermaid storage boxes. Ohmigoodness. Our garage looks like aisle 17 of Wal-Mart.

I honestly believe that our possessions are multiplying while we're at work. And they're not even multiplying into good stuff. If I hear "And WHY did you save this again?" one more time, SuperHubby's mouth may get packing taped shut. Of course, it's hard to argue when he's holding up a infant rocking chair with only 1 arm - last used when FrogBoy was 4 and got his head stuck and SH had to saw the arm off so we could get to church. Ah, memories.

So we're having an interesting week. We're moving, life will (hopefully) be easier, and we're making our way to debt-free living (yahoo!). I can't wait until it's over.