Day 86
Tired. Exhausted. Beat. Weary. Sapped. Zapped. Worn to a frazzle.
Whatever a frazzle might be … I am sure I am worn to one!
What an odd expression … “worn to a frazzle”.
It sounds like it should mean a shock of hair that is unmanageable. As in, “Her dyed magenta frazzle stood straight up from her head ending in so many split ends that she looked like a character in a Dr. Seuss story.”
And talking about odd expressions … who came up with “shock of hair”? Seriously, what the heck does that mean?
When I was little my mom would tell us to “pick our poison” … meaning get the cereal out that we wanted for breakfast! Horrible choice of words for a mother to her children! Call Social Services she’s serving poison – again!
Even weirder is the “Keep your eyes peeled.” saying. Now, how gross is that?! Ew!
Though, honestly, I’m almost too tired to care … I looked up frazzle as I felt I needed to find out what a frazzle was … because, apparently, I am worn to one or I am one or something along those lines.
Well, either I’m a bacon flavored corn-based snack sold in the United Kingdom since 1975 … or I’m a Sesame Street scary, fanged monster Muppet!
Hmmm … don’t think I’m either of those things though if I had to chose I think I’m closer to being a scary, fanged Muppet than a bacon flavored snack food!
Maybe not.
Today was THE LAST DAY before the truck or trucks or trailer or whatever is being delivered for the move arrives. The last day to finish packing the final things … kitchen and bathroom items I’ve been using, the tv, my printer, all those things you don’t think will take up time or space and they take up both. Today was the beginning of packing the car, getting the dogs suitcases packed, finishing laundry and rolling up rugs. Another 14 hours of fun!
Loading is tomorrow and we shall see how long it takes. I have plenty of snacks (none bacon flavored, however) for the movers and plenty of Advil for me! I imagine by the end of the day we will all be frazzled!
The animals are acting strangely. I don’t know if it’s the boxes and such or if they are just extra clingy since my arrival last night … but they, too, are acting a bit out of sorts. (And what does THAT supposed to mean … “out of sorts”?!) Is it akin to worn to a frazzle?
The word frazzle was first known to be used in 1865 and means to fray at the ends, exhaust physically or emotionally, be in a state of extreme physical and/or nervous fatigue.
BINGO!
That’s it! I’m not just tired or weary or exhausted but I am 100% frazzled. However, I still don’t know if I’m “worn to one”.