Moving is for the birds. Luckily the unloading she be a lot quicker, because even with a 26' truck, we have at least three loads that we'll have to do. That's crazy!
I labeled the boxes that I packed, and Gunner didn't find them very funny.
--useless Army Crap
--TA50 that never sees the light of day, so why are we carting it around
--clothes that were in the MBR but belong to children who failed to pick up their laundry
--comic books that I plan on selling during Gunner's deployment (he would kill me)
--every canned good we own, because you are strong as an ox (he was able to carry it)
--BDU's & DCU's why are you still in my house (he says he has plans for them)
The list went on. Then I noticed boxes with "how much scrapbook crap can one person own" and "will this scrapbook stuff ever get used?".
Okay, okay, point made. Good thing he is cute.
My MIL arrived and has been put to work. She's a determined German, so you better stay out of her way while she is carrying boxes.
I hear my name being yelled from the basement. They must need my brute strength...