You can't handle an update!

Or maybe I can't handle typing out one right now because I'm more exhausted than Celine Dion's baby trying to outrun the creepy child-cams all over their house.

What a week. What an incredibly crazy week. Crazy for me, even, and this is The Maven we're talking about.

For example, we owned two properties until today. That, like, wasn't supposed to happen. It was supposed to go smoothly. It was silk, baby. Satin, even. The sale flowed like the tears on people's faces when I leave a party. Then it all came to a crashing halt last Thursday. I'll post more about it tomorrow when I'm ignoring the boxes screaming at me to be unpacked all over the house.

Or maybe that's Spawnling stuck under the boxes. Hmm... Might be worth a look next time.

Alrighty. Off to bed for the big girl who owns the coolest hizzouse in the wizzorld. More tomorrow.