Moving Day.
Good God.
I kind of want to divorce Mr F right now.
We were up until around 3 AM packing.
And then up again at 7 AM packing.
The movers are there now.
Mr F is.... still.... packing.
Oh the anxiety!
I took the kids out of the house so they won't get trampled.
Back in a few hours to clean.
Look at our empty (God willing!) house.
Comment on it's strangeness.
Shove whatever is left in the crevices of our cars.
Then drive north.
For the last time.
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Monday, August 16, 2010
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