The Computer Is Safe For Now

I am sitting here waiting on the packers to arrive.
It is so nice to not have to pack up all your own stuff.
But it is a scary thing to not be packing up my own stuff.

It's as if the packing company gets their jollies out of the little mind games they can play on us.

"Hee hee... put their socks in this box with the remote control. Then let's label it books. Hee hee."

"I know! I know! Let's put her salt and pepper shaker in here with these towels... upside down!"

"Wait, guys... Let's pack the cat!"

I am only kidding about the cat part. She's locked in her carrier which is locked in an empty bedroom.
Well, it's not exactly empty. We've been dumping EVERYTHING in there we don't want the packers to pack.
It looks like a bomb went off in there. And it looks like we are gonna need a U-Haul.

So I wait for the packers to arrive and pack up my computer.
Into a box of potting soil and Lego pieces and a glove.

So you won't hear from me until Dan/Daddy decides his wife needs a new laptop.
Or until I can unpack this dinosaur of a desktop.
Wherever we land.

Have I mentioned we are currently homeless?
Good times.