I should be packing right now. Filling boxes, wrapping stuff in newspaper, and taping it all shut within an inch of its life. But what am I doing instead? Sitting at the computer.
Because that's really gonna be a big help a few days from now, when the heat is really on....
All of this moving and packing malarky smacks a little too familiar. We just did all this with Willy and Lesley a couple of months ago.
I think she knew this was coming, so she got out first. Sneaky. Veeeery sneaky.
I took this picture with my new bomdiggity phone the day they all headed out for Maryland. Daddy drove the big moving truck, Willy drove his truck, loaded down with essentials, like deer heads, and Mama and Lesley rode in the Explorer. We all congregated in the Wal-Mart parking lot...where else?
Never know if you might need something last minute from The Wal-Mart.
I think that was the first time I've ever cried in a Wal-Mart parking lot, and I'm pretty sure that's pure blasphemy.
Daddy said the 1,500 mile trip was a bumpy one in the moving van. I betcha his rear axle was none too happy by the end.
Incidentally, I seem to see yellow Penske moving vans everywhere I go these days....