That goddamn lucky bastard Mr F is out of here in 2 days (well I guess technically like 36 hours)... which means we are in serious pack mode. While we are having the house packed by movers on the 14th... they won't pack everything (pantry, toiletries,clothes, things I don't trust them with or are just too freaking expensive or sentimental to want to replace) and that shit will be left to... you guessed it... moi. Yep those will be some fun times for me. And if you doubt it remember that I'll be here solo style with 2 crazy kids, an anxious dog, and movers underfoot while trying to get every last little thing out of here and cleaned up BY MY FREAKING SELF! Oh and then after closing on the house BY MY FREAKING SELF... and taking a short respite (not by myself... don't think I'll be getting any breaks people) at the cottage... I'll then be driving those same 2 crazies and that same anxious dog 15 hours to North Carolina BY MY FREAKING SELF. That is why Mr F is now on my shit list. Because no matter how many times I tell him all the shit that will be falling on my shoulders he won't be here and he won't ever be able to fully appreciate the pure Hell I'll be in.
Here are some things that must happen before Mr F leaves:
Take down and pack Chandelier.... part way accomplished
Take down curtains and curtain rods ... part way accomplished
Disassemble and pack Laundry Pure
Clean out junk drawers and closets
Pack up all camera stuff
Pack up all of Mr F's office stuff
Take old fucking stove that the Lowes guy ( read: asshole) never came back for to the dump
Empty out garage of crap we are not moving
Pack up all of Mr F's computer stuff
Pack all of Mr F's clothes & shoes
That's not all... I'm just starting to go numb...