*Author's Note: For some reason my stupid blog wants to display the wrong date on this post and I am too tired to mess with it or figure it out. I am not in my own time zone or trying to mess with your head, I just have a blog that won't work with me.
Until I can find anything in this mess of boxes, I won't be able to think straight -- not much change there. So, my pretties, until then I leave you with the following to ponder and hopefully come up with some answers to. (Side Note: I am putting together another "Dear Blindbeard" post and would love some more great letters/comments to use.)
*Which is worse: Moving everything or unpacking it all?
*How much crap does one person need?
*Why must we hoard everything and break out in hives at the thought of throwing anything away?
*How many times can one trip over the same thing and not think that it needs to be moved?
*How many meals in a row can one eat pizza and not gag at the thought of eating pizza again?
*Do kids break the sound barrier when running away from helping move/unpacking and putting away boxes of stuff?
*How long can I keep wearing the same dirty clothes before people start to notice?
*Will I ever find any clean clothes?
*Did anyone think to grab the razors when packing up the bathroom? Or the "adult" toothpaste? Bubble Gum toothpaste doesn't really make me feel like I have fresh breath.
*Is there a bed in my room or should I sleep on top of all these boxes?
Once again, I look forward to your answers.
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