Smut Makes Everything Better

So our adventure has begun.  Well, technically we should be in Alaska already, but apparently fate decided I wasn't stressed enough and decided to throw a curve ball in the form of snow and ice into the mix.  So here I sit, in a hotel hallway, doing laundry in Charleston, with no car and no coffee, waiting to leave tomorrow. 

Here's a brief rundown of the fun we have ad so far:

• Movers took 4 days instead of the planned day and a half
• the house did not sell nor do we have a renter
• our credit cards got stolen
• J lost the power cord to his laptop
• our hotel has no coffee in the lobby
• we have no rental car
• ice storm/flights cancelled
• we have no idea where we will be living in once we get to Alaska
• our furniture won't arrive until Feb. 17 and our car will take 35 days to get there
• J leaves for training in another state Feb. 4th

This has definitely proved to be our worst move yet.  Everything is out of our control, and for some one with OCD, I don't handle "out of control" very well.  But there is not much I can do so I am trying to remain positive. Anytime I start feeling "the crazies" coming on, I reach for my nook and read some smut.  Smut makes everything better.