Where's the Sticky Tape?
I never knew a house could get so messy or that packing could be so intense. Somehow I thought packing would be a tidy business where all the clutter would magically tidy itself into neat little boxes. Suddenly I find some of it's packed, some of it isn't, and all I've succeeded in doing is building a mini wall of china at the foot of my bed--the only thing it being useful for is to hide behind so I don't have to gaze despairingly at the clutter still taunting me from the other side.
I'd hold out hope that the other end will be better but I have a fear it's not. We're moving to a smaller house.
This could result in therapy.
Or I could wake up to find myself crushed to death beneath the mini wall of china.
Whichever comes first.
2 Comments:
Well, we moved to a smaller house, and I'm not dead yet. Don't worry about it...everything settles down after a bit ^_^
LYD!! DON'T DIE!!!!!!!!!!
When are you road tripping?
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