The Move is Over!?

September 13, 2012

in Blame The Sudafed, How to be a Housewife

We are done!

The move is O.V.E.R.!

I have unpacked the final box, organized the last closet, and duct-taped enough moving boxes to the carpet in front of my back door to ensure that we will not accidentally be clipping our landlord’s rug as we move the lawnmower in and out. At least for the first 6months.

And all the rest of the packing boxes?

ARE OUTSIDE. Ie. NOT in this house. Sure, they’re not really classing up the street appeal at the moment. But that’ll change once the garbage man in shining sweat arrives in his white truck to sweep them away for me.

I am so freaking excited, ya’ll.

The house? It looks GOOD.

Except for our front yard…

Which, considering what we moved into, is a small September miracle in and of itself.

I was planning on taking pictures. Editing them. Publishing them. Here.

And here.

And maybe even right………………………….here.

But some punk preschooler stole my camera out of my bag at storytime today. So you’ll just have to take my word for it when I tell you that I am DONE.

Don’t worry. The Big Man didn’t take my word for it either. Until he saw the rubber flooring my toddlers and I bonded over laying down after naptime this afternoon.

Wish I’d gotten a picture of that….

But fortunately for all of us, that preschool punk may have been skilled in the art of pick-pocketing the likes of which even Fagin would have been proud of, but his fingers are a little more buttery than sticky.

So my camera is spending the night snuggled up with all the other coin purses, wallets, and cell phones lifted by a dozen pint-sized plunderers this week. And probably a shoe. But just one. Because people somehow only ever lose one shoe. Although maybe that’s just on the highway. HOW is that, btw? Is it the foot they’ve left dangling out the window, and it just blew off? Or do we just have a bunch of one-shoed hitchhikers on America’s highways? Because if I had already lost out on a ride, I’m fairly certain I’d be darn sure to hang onto my shoes.

But I digress.

Point being, come visit me on facebook and I’ll have them up for you soon. Ish.

Assuming, that is, that I get my camera back before my MIL shows up with a few of those boxes still down in her basement….

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