Packing up all our stuff after nearly 5 years in one place absolutely blows. There are parts of our house that haven’t seen a swiffer in all that time and my allergies are thanking the allergy gods that they get to come out to play.
Bright side: Dave only found ONE dead rat in the garage. But there’s evidence that his friends and family are not only alive and well, but well-fed! This guy was a MONSTER! He might be puny by New York standards, but I think he could have held his own in a fight.
So today I avoided all things moving related by getting drunk and watching football at the Dude Shack. Tomorrow, moving will suck again. The big day is Thursday, with a Friday follow-up. Since I have a bad back (which comes in handy during times like these), I will be leaving the house I no longer care to call home and going to my parents’ house with the dog to stay out of the way. I almost always get drunk when I’m at my parents’ house. It helps. My favorite drink is one my brother invented: bourbon and Bailey’s shaken and served up with a dusting of nutmeg on top. It’s called a Family Time. One or two of those and suddenly dealing with family isn’t so bad!
Another reason moving sucks – we will be mostly moved in by Thursday night, but we don’t get our cable until Friday.