Tuesday, January 20, 2009

I love boxes so much I want to be a hobo.

Have I mentioned how much I adore moving?

Seriously. Like I could do this every 6 months and be the happiest woman on earth. Not just happy. Herbal Essences happy.

Oh yeah.

Give me a box and some tape, and let me go to town. I'll go through dusty stacks of paper that I haven't seen since the last time I moved (in this case, being 8 months). I'll find piles of kids' drawings that were created so long ago that I can't even tell which kid it was; let alone why I kept it.

I'll come across random cords that seem to have no home, yet put fear in my heart every time I think of just tossing 'em. And pieces to board games? Brother let me tell you, I LOVE finding those little colored pegs under cabinets and in corners. To games we no longer own. Puzzle pieces? Bring it on. Broken crayons. Marker-less lids that only make me wonder what piece of furniture it's counterpart is hiding in. Bleeding, lonely markers hiding in my couch.

Oh yes. I love moving.

And the sneezing. Because no matter how often I felt like I was cleaning, I clearly was flat-out delusional.


  1. No, I've never seen that movie. But it's funny that Pensacola makes you think of it.

    Man Mel, I'm sorry y'all are having to move AGAIN. That has got to be... tough. I wish I could come over and help you pack. Help lighten the weight somehow. Where will you be going? Far?

  2. Btw, your background is so cute I want to puke rainbows. I'm going to have to find something better than mine!


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