- The movers actually wanted to come Friday – but I still had 3 episodes of Jon Stewart to watch before they packed the Tivo. See you Saturday. (Move delayed on account of satire.)
- On Friday afternoon – in the spirit of “i-need-this-like-I-need-another-blue-sweatshirt”, one of my giant trees fell right across my driveway. God appears to be telling me to get a move on (not a Jon Stewart fan?)
- Given the fact that I am moving into an already well-furnished house – I realize that most of this stuff won’t get unpacked until like…2012…[when I can no longer stall on cleaning out the garage]. I’m not so much packing boxes as I am time capsules.
- Rita devised an ingenious plan to mark the “to-be-unpacked” boxes with blue tape and leave all the other boxes unmarked (and destined for the far recesses of the garage). I consider it to be a flagrant attempt to keep the bright orange UT barbie and the 300 or so plastic cups from the Titans home games unmarked and out of the house.
- I was clearly distracted by the bagel-laden moving party that arrived because I COMPLETELY neglected my blue-tape duties. Which means I spent the last half of the move running around the house screaming “WHICH BOX HAS THE COFFEE POT IN IT???” (everything else can go to the garage – but the Bunn coffee maker got triple-taped.)
- Just FYI…when arriving for an early morning moving party – you should NOT ask the already anxious mover if she “thinks that truck can even MAKE IT to California?”.
- After my obligatory lunchtime run to Starbuck’s, my neighbor asked me whether I left the movers “alone with all your stuff??” ummmm, they’re going to be alone with it for the next two thousand miles…I don’t think this extra 20 minutes is going to cost me a coffee table or anything.
My stuff is off to Cali. I am off to….Massachusetts. What move?
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