Okay . . . I will admit that most folks could care less about my moving and yeah, maybe this should be over on our personal blog, but I am feeling kind of Yertyl’ish as we finish up day one of the big move.
Bow down and worship me O all ye poser packers because you can’t hold my dolly when it comes to packing! Thanks to traumatic teenage packing training by uber-packer, step-father, JBG, I have honed my packing skills over the years. Yes, you may kiss my ring.
We are are not down to the remnants with 2/3 of a pod left to spare. One difference is that this time we hired some muscle while I stayed below and packed. Ahhh the good life. It was a good day in packing land.
Now we are done for the day and off to see Blues in the Night with Evelyn and a "friend."