We move this weekend. I hate packing for a move. I know I told HH he could handle the move, but honestly I wish we had hired movers. Just pray that this goes well.
I can only stand for so long, and then my plantar fasciitis starts to rear it’s ugly head. But the show must go on.
Tomorrow, I’ll tackle the third bedroom that was supposed to be my walk in closet, of sorts. But guess who’s manly stuff is all over the room? Sigh. LOL!
We also need more boxes. I never can get a good estimate of how many. I guess I’ll be back in Lowes.
Does anybody want to come pack up this house for me?!?