Hey! How are things? Please tell me you're making something pretty. It will make me feel better knowing at least one of us is. :)
We just finished a second evening of shuttling van-loads of boxes to the new house. I'm pooped. And a little sweaty. I am starting to comprehend how different it will be going from a bungalow to a 3-storey house (plus a basement).
(I know. They're good for you.)
To be clear, we hired professionals to do all the heavy lifting later this week. We are too old to even think about moving things like the piano and the treadmill ourselves. But I wanted to move mirrors and lamps and other things (fabric) that would take way longer to box up properly than to just make the kids hold them on their lap for a few minutes en route.
This afternoon, it occurred to me that my funnybone could use a little exercise. I don't have much time to write, but I have had 3 1/2 years worth of material here on my blog and some of it still makes me laugh when I read it. So I thought you might enjoy a little re-giggle with me. Click here.