cardboard boxes stink like poo...

I wish I could do other things besides packing boxes, boxes, and some more boxes. But at least the move gives me a chance to really Spring clean many things that I should have thrown away or donated a long time ago. There are some things that you find amongst your things and start to contemplate what the heck you were thinking at the time. Like who really needs to keep an el cheapo generic Mexican wrestling mask? Apparently, we need to keep that mask...that's who. Don't judge me or at least don't judge me too harshly.

You'd of thought that I'd be done packing by now. I've only been at this for like two weeks. To be honest, though, I have been taking my sweet sweet time. One or two boxes done and looky here "My First Home" is on HGTV. On my third box finally. Must have cookie. By the fourth box my back is hurting from sitting on the hard floor meticulously rolling glass ware into old newspapers. Look up at the clock and discover it's already 10:30 p.m. Take a shower and end up blogging at 11:30 at night when your ass should be in bed.