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Oh Dear God, Fiona.

Above is my favorite line from Dr. Cox of Scrubs, as he addresses the idiots he is trying forge into doctors.

Anyway. I hate moving. And now I remember why.

How in the world could we have collected So Much Crap? I use that word advisedly.

So, that is one reason why you're not getting a real post today. Because I am busy throwing away crap. Organizing crap. Sorting crap into boxes. And closing and sealing boxes of crap.

Wish me luck and forbearance.


Blogger NowSmellThis said...

There is nothing worse than packing to move. Wishing you TONS of luck & forbearance, M, and much happiness in your new home.

3:32 PM

Blogger katiedid said...

Good luck, M, and I wish you as much fortitude in your unpacking as you will need in the packing. (We still have a few boxes of books that we've not worked up the energy to unpack six months later, heh.) I am sure the move will go well, and I wish you as much luck as possible in the preparation.

3:50 PM

Blogger Tan Lucy Pez said...

Luck and forbearance. I'd much rather wish you FUN, but you know better than I what you want, so: luck and forbearance.

4:44 AM

Blogger Jamie said...

Best wishes from me, too. Ugh! We are pretty sure we are Never Moving Again, after our last experience. Some of our stuff is still in boxes! (We moved here in 2003.)

5:25 AM

Blogger Urban Chick said...

ooh, (tea and) sympathy from me, a recent movee!

we shifted a lot of crap, brought some with us and now find ourselves with some remaining boxes of crap

must try to live more simply


9:02 AM

Blogger Trina said...

~*~*~*~ Luck and forbearance ~*~*~*~

I'm dreading our someday move out of this place, which is why I'm constantly throwing things away. Now if only I could stop *buying* things...

12:53 PM

Blogger Doug said...

Luck, forebearance and this advice: Remember, when the need to murder is too strong to be denied, seek alternatives to your husband and dog. If captured alive, you'll want someone to visit you in prison and a last meal.

2:19 PM

Blogger Bela said...

Oh, don't talk about moving: I'm not sure I've yet recovered from my last move - and that was eleven years ago. LOL! I now live in a tiny studio so I chuck out crap on a regular basis and can say very proudly I don't have any, I don't think (of course, what is not crap to me might be to you, but that's another story). You'd think it would make moving easier, but, when you live in one room, where do you put the boxes as you're filling them up? Next time (*shivers*) - if I can afford it - I intend to have movers do all the work: the packing and the moving (I saw what a wonderful and fast job they do when I moved stuff from Nice a few years ago, after I sold my mother's flat). They do it on the day; you don't have to bother about anything beforehand. Brilliant!

Anyway, I absolutely wish you luck (?) and forebearance.

Remember: books look like nothing at all when they're up there, lining the walls. They actually multiply by ten when they're down in boxes. They do!

5:17 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Doug, HaHa! If you get the urge, kill one of the movers, Mireille -- in most states, that's perfectly legal.

And, take it from somebody whose been on the lam for half a century now -- its all crap until you look at it closely. Its some kind of quantum thing. Upon close observation, crap immediately mutates into gold (which, btw, is much heavier).

Good luck!

7:47 AM

Blogger Tan Lucy Pez said...

Well, I'm a true friend. So if you do end up killing someone, I'll help you hide the body.

11:57 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love that show! I gotta get my DVDs back from Zenchick ...

12:53 PM


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