Moving Day

I swear, once I’m settled in the new house, I am going to toss a large percentage of this stuff. Thirty percent. That sounds good.

I can’t believe how much I hate packing.

I can’t believe Sailor Boy and I have over 20 boxes of books and we’re still finding the heavy little buggers around every corner. Lift up a sofa? Book. Move your dresser away from the wall? Book. There was even a book in my underwear drawer. A thin one, but still. How did that get there?

Since the consideration of what to take and what to toss is a lot harder than the one about where to pack it, I’m leaving all that stuff to Future Diana and Future Sailor Boy.

But as Blog is my Witness, I am getting rid of it.

Just not today.