Greetings from Movingville!
Wish you were here!
So that you could haul things!
I can actually appreciate the humor in this part of the process, because at this stage it becomes all about what you can get in the car. Whereas the first phase of moving is all about Being Organized and Packing Boxes Neatly and Labeling Carefully, the second phase is more along the lines of “you know, I really think that if I took out the carseat and folded down the backseat we could probably get two mattresses and an armoire in there. They may hang out of the back window, but that’s fine, because I’ll just secure them by making ropes from my clothes.â€Â
We do have movers coming Friday to get the big stuff, and all I can say about that is PRAISE THE LORD, OH PRAISE HIS HOLY NAME.Â
However, I have to admit that even though moving is tedious, there have been a couple of bright spots. One of those bright spots is this Earth, Wind & Fire song that’s on a Christmas CD that we have. I have listened to it many, many times on the trip between the two houses, and last night I even called my sister in Nashville so that she could boogie down with me as I drove.
Anyhoo. Bright spot #2. Last night when I was on the way home from taking yet another load of stuff to the new house, I had to run in Walgreens for some carpet cleaner. I was way past hungry and knew that there wasn’t anything at home to eat, but I was also too tired to make a decision about where to stop for fast food.
(File under: Pathetic)
So in an act of what can only be termed Dinner Desperation, I bought carpet cleaner, Cheese-Its, and two Take Five candy bars. Never let it be said that I don’t know how to provide some Fine Dining for my husband (Alex is with my parents right now, so he probably had something even more nutritious for supper, something like chocolate Pop Tarts and Coke. With ice cream).
When I got home, I walked in the kitchen and very humbly presented my meager food offerings to D. He grinned and then motioned toward the stove, where I saw a bag from Dairy Queen. And then he opened the freezer to reveal two Blizzards – a small one with Reese’s (for me), and a medium one with Butterfinger (for him) – and all I can say is that my joy, it knew no bounds.
So D pulled some paper plates out of the pantry, and as he was distributing the French fries I said, “You know, nothing says ‘I love you’ like a bag of fast food.â€
“It’s true!†he replied.Â
And that is why we’re married.
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