This is me. Moving. Without having showered for 27 hours. Only eating pizza. Wearing the same gross clothes. I can actually smell myself. I forgot to use the flash on the camera. And, yes, I licked a gum wrapped and stuck it on my forehead because it seemed like a good idea. But - I am very close to having finished packing. Just thought I would share.
And P.S.: The kitchen took up like, eight boxes. Not including the cadre of crap I have that can't be boxed.
At least you are in motion-- go G, go!ReplyDelete
When I first opened the entry I thought that was a band-aide on you head and you were going to regale us with a story about how you dropped a box on your head! ;)ReplyDelete
To quote my girl Paris...that's hot!ReplyDelete
nice tongue there garrett!ReplyDelete
And good job at reinforcing that you are indeed a strapping young man!
Moving sucks. Wishing you an easy going move. Well, as easy as possible. Its never easy. :)ReplyDelete
It does seem as if the excitement I use to feel when we moved has been dulled as our belongings have expanded. Our last move, God willing, was handled predominantly by my spouse who was left to pack my kitchen. He still refers to my "f*%king serving dishes" and the boxes they required to fill. Have fun with the shelf-lining and deciding where the spoon drawer should be.ReplyDelete
You look so tired there. I know moving is such a pain in the ass.ReplyDelete
Good luck with the moving! It's really a pain isn't it? And I hear ya on the not showering. Just to let you know I blogged about your Apple Cardamom cupcakes today.ReplyDelete
Been watching too much Red Dwarf and fancied yourself a hologram perhaps? If you don't know the British show Red Dwarf, google it and you will soon understand.ReplyDelete