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In my quest to be super organized and on top of things I am totally failing!

Except for getting my last Hepatitis A/B shot in today. Whew! Almost forgot about that.

But back to my organization. I thought I would get the house keys in order and nicely marked for the new owner. Front, back, and garage. It was going good until I inserted a key into the back door. And it now appears that it’s staying there for all of eternity. Won’t budge. I tried spraying it with WD-40. No luck.

Then I thought that I would finish up the house inventory. For insurance purposes I have to inventory every item being shipped either by air or by sea. So, I have been working on this, room by room, for the past few days.

Just so you understand. Take a look at the room you are in right now and think about typing in every item and its value into an Excel worksheet. Every item.

The directions were to “save” and continue to “save” as you proceed. I DID!

But this afternoon, I went to finish up the last two rooms and when I looked on the computer there was NOTHING there. All my work gone! Blank! Wanted to cry.

Then I figured, “Step away, Mary, step away. And go do something else.”

So I thought I would go out to the garden and dig up St. Joseph. For those of you who don’t know, Joseph is the man who will sell your house. Forget the realtor-that’s only a bunch o’ malarkey.

I suppose it is because Joseph was the original home builder. You bury the small statue of him in the ground. Say a prayer. And await the results.

Within forty eight hours I had two solid offers on the house. Cash money. Yeah, I’m a believer.

But once it does sell you are supposed to dig him up and bring him with you to your new home. He came with us from Dallas so I guess he will be traveling with us to Malaysia.

Except that I went out to dig him up and I couldn’t find him! I can’t remember where I buried him!

So, just for the record, you don’t have to worry about me ever “knowing where the bodies are buried” and turning on you. Nope, Mary will not even remember where the bodies are buried. You will always be totally safe with me.

Just wondering if 4:15 Pacific Standard Time is too early for a drink? I might just have to surrender to it. But only after I pray to St. Anthony to help me find St. Joseph.

Hope you all have a great weekend!

P.S. And if you have neighbors you don’t like then I would suggest (under the cover of darkness) planting a statue of St. Joseph in their garden. You’re welcome.


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