Who's Great Idea Was This Anyways?

Hi there. Today is officially our last day out in Birch Bay in our old house. The movers come first thing tomorrow and will be taking all of our stuff to our new house, which is a big wohoo. At this point we are down to the last bits and pieces for packing and I feel like I am running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Actually, I don't think that phrase has ever better applied than today.

There are only the last minute items left: computer, printer, TV, dishes, food stuffs, bed, sheets, and then there are all those little weird bits that you find as you are packing the other stuff. You know, the kinds of bits that you look at and go, "Oh crap! I thought I had packed that. What the cuss are we going to do with that?!" And the weird items you have, like your yarn swift, that just wont fit anywhere, no matter how big the box. And the things behind other things that you thought you had already gotten, only to open a closet door to a wall full of stuff and then think to yourself, "oh balls."

Throw pregnant brain in on top of all that, which is completely shutting down since I am feeling stressed, and you are about looking at my house right now. I actually think Mr Danger is excited to be going to work so he can get away from what I am feeling like is the looney bin.

I might be quiet the next few days since it looks like internet might not be set up until next wednesday. Lovely, isn't it. All the other utilities can start today, when I am not even there yet, but apparently not internet. Don't the internet folks know that people paying for the internet are looking for instant gratification and need it on last week? No. No they don't.

I am off to my shed with what I am calling my "Labeler" (a sharpie and a roll of masking tape) to make sure everything in there is marked where it goes for when it gets moved. I'll talk to you again from our new house!