Loose (078)

Time to start kicking my ass into gear. How many times have I said that lately? Holy shit, Andrea. It’s time to actually do it. I made a list of goals to have complete by Sunday this week, and I have no choice but to do them. There are several Coach purses that I hardly used that need to get posted on Mercari. We have a couch in the garage that needs to be posted on Facebook Marketplace. I’ll likely post the one in my office also. I really want to get a sofa that pulls out into a bed so we can use that room as a guest space. My desk is atrociously cluttered again, and the living room is now storage for post-vacation crap. That shit needs to change. 

While working on my bullet journal spread for this week, I accidentally got drunk on adult popsicles. Did not intend to get tipsy at all, but I’m addicted to those frozen pouches of juice. The ones I happen to have right now contain alcohol. Oops. So, this post is a bit loosey goosey. Who invented that term? Are there loose geese wandering around being slut shamed? I’m sorry, geese. Get your groove on!