Odds Are Good, But The Goods Are Odd ...

This has been an odd week.

I can't even say "It keeps getting odder." It started oddly, and tomorrow I'm going to be sleeping in a new apartment. I think that qualifies as ending oddly.

I have:
- Packed up half of my life (soon to pack up the other half)
- Been given instructions for flood preparation
- Played about a dozen games of pool in one night (in itself not too odd, but I actually won about a third of them)
- Had someone that I've known for 11 days crash on my couch
- Regained some status at work as "smarter than she first seems"
- Eaten someone else's lunch (actually, I split it with a third person)

Tomorrow, I move. After getting at least six inches of snow. Because it wouldn't be Moving With Ashley if the weather wasn't at least a little sketchy.

Note (several hours later): I forgot the Pradeaux purse and the Manwich. My week wouldn't have started or ended in such odd fashions without those.