Today was the Big Move.
What did you think I meant?
We did smaller moves to the new house the last 2 Saturdays. Today was the big one. We moved all the big furniture (except the piano and our mattress) and a bazillion boxes.
What's left, you ask? All that miscellaneous crap that you have no idea what to do with so you just stare at it as you scratch your ass.
We did have a few moments of note.
The morning started out by opening the damaged box UPS left on my front porch yesterday. It was supposed to contain my bathroom sink. Here's what I found.
One rather tall box was stuffed with packing material. I had to pour my arm and head into the box to clean it all out. My friend Julie thought that was a hoot and felt compelled to capture it on her iPhone.
Then, as we were emptying the chest freezer, I grabbed my giant box of Hershey's Cocoa and proceeded to decorate the freezer contents with half the cocoa.
You've never seen a chocolate-filled Dyson before?
As Philly was cleaning out the garage attic, a space where I thought only 2 boxes lived, it started vomiting Ducati parts. I had no idea these parts existed. They don't belong to any bike we've ever owned.
Philly was a serious rider.
Horrible picture of a picture, but you get the picture.
I was a serious poser.
Yes, that's really me.
We have been Ducati-free for several years now.
These are just some of the Major Awards found in the attic:
But the best had to be when I inquired about the location of my Fisher Price Little People.
The box came down the hard way.
My half a husband:
The Little People box (and son #1):
Then Philly climbed into the attic and pushed it out like a turd.
I...Like...Big Boys and I cannot lie.
They are serious muscle.
Oops...ran into the ladder and ripped a piece of trim off.
Eventually, the Little People were saved.
But it was an exhausting day.
So here are my evening plans.
***One final note. I haven't had much time to visit you guys or respond to your awesome comments. That will change soon! I have the best blog friends. Ever.***