At 9am sharp, they arrived tattooed and smiling. They literally ran to and from the truck...creating a tetris miracle of stuffing and stacking.
By 2pm, we were in like Flynn, raking leaves, meeting neighbors and their dogs, unpacking essentials. Marveling at how much crap we have.
The television is purposefully buried in the garage.
The cats are pissing on our new wood floors.
The baby is sleeping in a room with foil curtains.
We are home and my hair brush is missing.
Comments