I have to pack. The only thing I hate more than packing is unpacking (sorry in advance Big Bad). I hate moving. My first three years of college I lived in three different places. My last three years I have spent in this place. It's a complete hole, but it's my complete hole. It's lived in. Everything has a spot. I've only had to move clothes and dog necessities for the last three years and now I have to pick up and move my life. I don't even know where to begin. Toula suggested I start with my clothes. Apparently she thinks Relays is a naked event. AL suggested I start with school stuff because there is no way I'll need/want that this weekend. Which advice did I take? I took a nap. I woke up and decided separating the movies wouldn't be that daunting of a task. I lied. I have no idea whose is whose. The stress of it made me stop. I think I'll eat now. I need Bob. I need Jillian. I guess the real question is:
How mad will you be, Big Bad, if you get here on Sunday and I have nothing packed and we play throw stuff in the back of the trailer?
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If that is the way you took it, then please don't start with clothes!
How mad will Toula be if you wake her up early on Sunday because you have nothing packed, or even worse, if you wake her up and try to convince her to help you?
When Mary and I left college we took this approach. 1) Drive to the nearest store and purchase beer. 2) Drive home, open case. 3) Put everything you own in the front lawn with a sign that says ‘free’. 3) Sit on porch and drink the aforementioned open case and yell at people as they sift through your belongings to “love and cherish that __________”. We gave away everything including a half drank bottle of champagne (as to avoid any criminal mischief we requested id from the person who took that).
Oh, and as for the dvd’s we sat down and split them into two piles- good and bad. Then we took turns each selecting a good movie, then each selecting a bad movie until they all were gone.
It was a good day.
If you lived closer, I'd come and pack for you. I love to pack!!
You could take your brother's approach which would be this: pack Playstation lovingly and carefully. Throw everything else in black garbage bags. Also, thanks to this same big brother, if you don't pack prior to Saturday it wouldn't be the first time Big Bad showed up to help an unprepared child.
I'm with MC - if you were only a couple hours closer I'd be there in an instant, packing tape and sharpie marker in hand. My best advice: pack according to room.
the biggest problem is that the garbage disposal's stuff and mine are so mixed that i have no idea whose is what and what to do with it all b/c she's not here but good news... i got one whole box packed
I told Desmond that Prada is coming home. He is looking forward to his play date!!!
Wanted: Strong back weak mind to take road trip on Sunday. Prefer someone with good packing skills, by that I mean someone who can shove alot of crap in a small trailer very quickly. Will leave early and be back late. Being hard of hearing may also be a plus, in case someone doesn't like the way we are doing thing.
I think we should send a camera crew.
Watching it all unfold in person would almost be worth the ten hour round trip.
We done it. Both of us were home and in the house by 6 pm. Docts J beat me by about 20 minutes, I stopped at Taco Bell.
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