Three weeks, and counting

It's good that I have blogging to fill my time. Else, what would I do?
My rooms are getting cluttered, as rooms are prone to, in the immediate expectation of a move. I have eliminated bureaus, but not the contents of the drawers. I've pulled pictures off the walls, but they are needing to be moved to their new home. There are stacks of books and papers that I need to go through before packing. I was thinking that I'd much rather go shopping, or something.

Yesterday was a 15 hour day at Tim's, trying to care for the Limping One. The Un-compliant Limping One. The One who kept wanting to jump to his feet, and do laundry, or cook. Seriously, what man in his right mind would forgo an opportunity to lay around and be served by a willing woman all day? I offered to feed him grapes and fan him by the pool. His industrious nature is one of those man things I appreciate so much about him. I can't stand sedentary people. You know, people who blog all day. Tim gets stuff done.
While he was sitting still-ish, we settled on the food for the reception. Check that off the list. We're making fantastic progress on that list, in fact. Which is a good thing, considering that The Big Day is very nearly here.

So, today, I need to bustle about getting things done around here. Where do I begin?
My lawn mower is broken, and so I have half a mind to send the kids out there with scissors. That would keep them out of my hair while I clean and pack!

Off to do....something.