We will be moved in to our new house. Hopefully. I hate how the actual moving always takes twice as long as you expect it to. It is exhausting. I will be glad to have it behind me. This will be our 4th house in 4.5 years of marriage. It's enough to drive a person mad. Anyway, I should be packing but we have run out of tape and the guy who works at my local U-Haul gives me a weird feeling, like in a wonder-if-he's-secretly-a-serial-killer kind of way. I know that sounds terrible. Maybe it was just a bad first (okay and second and third) impression. Or, more likely, I've been watching too many episodes of Medium.
The kitchen (the most dreaded part) is packed up, which is great; but that also leaves us with no plates, glasses, kitchen utensils, and apparently no cat food, which I have discovered was accidentally packed with every thing else. So I can either start guessing which box it may be in, or go buy some more. This is when it would be helpful if I had followed the rules and actually labeled the boxes with something other than just 'kitchen'. Darn.
Friday, May 2, 2008
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You seriously need your Aunt Linda to come supervise your move. She gives "detail oriented"a whole new meaning!
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