Pin It Guys, I'm sorry. I'm afraid I had to delete my last post. I suddenly realized - if any of my friends/neighbors saw my whining about packing, they might decide to drop by and help me pack. And that would be incredibly embarrassing.
"Hey Sue, where's the trash?"
"Right here - Oh. Um. That's my strainer."
"But it's all smashed and broken and --"
"Yeah. Well it still works pretty well."
"Oh. I see."
"Uh.... What about this - melted old spoon?"
"Oh. Well. We still like to use that sometimes."
Awesome friend smiles awkwardly as she tries to figure out what is trash and what is actual stuff.
So, friends - NO NEED TO STOP BY TO HELP. EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL.
JUST IGNORE ANY HOWLING NOISES.
IT'S PROBABLY JUST THE DOG.
P.S. When I find my camera I will have to post a whole series of mushiness about leaving, and my wonderful friends, and the kids, and the whole - moving THING. (I know, you are biting your fingernails in anticipation, aren't you? I can tell.)