Skinny jeans, psyche/sike!

Missing: 500 square feet and other things

My angel babies are napping at the same time (thank you God -- because they were ridiculous between the hours of 9 pm and 6 am) and I'm wandering around the house looking for the other "McQueen papuces" (slipper), the Doc Hudson car, the rice maker, the Furminator, the card I bought for my mom, the book "with Diesel 10, Splatter and Dodge in it" and also, my sanity.

If you're my Facebook friend you know the big joke from move-in day is that if I'm looking for anything I should check Sam's room first. Every other box, it seems, was marked "Sam's room." It dawned on me last night as I was wandering around the new house looking for the missing 500 square feet and an extra bathroom that in all this moving business I forgot to share the link to my June column with you, so here's that:

I'm not sure if I shared that the News-Register agreed to pick up another column of mine: Confessions of a Green Wannabe so I'm super excited about that, too. Okay ... back to my hunting.