drove past the store… new paper up up the windows signifying the exciting happenings inside, to be revealed later…. tears. I’m like a big baby… jealous and sad that the toy isn’t mine now. All that work, the hours spent in there… the packing peanuts alone. She belongs to someone else now.

Have I mentioned that moving is like pulling your intestines out through your nose? Okay, well, not really… but… ugh. There is stuff EVERYWHERE. I couldn’t find the dog this morning and I kept calling her… a bag had fallen over and she was stuck in the kitchen between a box of soda from the store, the portable dishwasher and this evil bag. Seriously… what do you do with all of this?!? I stand in the middle of it, bewildered… where does it go? What can I do with it? What is “it”? Do I need 2 caulking guns, kneepads, a wood planer, 1000 postcards from halloween 2006… what do I keep? Where is clean sweep when I need them?

(HEY, does anyone like cream soda and BOOZE in sep. bottles of course, but COME GET IT)

Should I just give up hope on our security deposits and leave it all? ;)