Using body wash as hand soap. Why would I buy new hand soap when I have a perfectly good container of body wash that needs using up before I leave?
Eating only popcorn, canned artichokes and rice for a week. This is what will be left in your pantry after packing. Mmm Dinner!
Showering with only the clear liner in place. I took down the outside curtain a few days ago only to be left feeling... a little... well... ehem...vulnerable.
Ascending and descending 12,000 flights of stairs, 12,000 times with 12,000 HEAVY boxes and barely escaping to live to
Using a shoebox as a nightstand.
Using suitcases as dresser drawers.
Sleeping on mattresses... on the floor.
Using curse words. More than I care to admit. Well actually, I just did admit it :)
Losing things. A lot of things. Like everything I own at least once. Some things will be found again. Others will not. You didn't really need clean socks today anyhow. Try not to cry. Try not to cry. You aren't pretty when you cry.
Inhaling dust bunnies... or dust pterodactyls... or entire dust alien planets with alien populations that are flying warships armed with dust ray guns.... You get the point. Moving is dusty.
Letting random Craigslist people in your house. Wow. There are some odd ones out there. And they have CATS. Lots of cats. Cats with diabetes. Lord, help us all.
Using plastic serving ware for more than a month. Yum. Not.
Watching downgraded cable. Sorry, championship games are not included, and if suddenly you find yourself watching the mayor's weekly meetings because that is the only thing on, you should just turn it off all together and walk away.
Living in total chaos. I have pictures, but you don't want to see them. No one should ever see them. I shouldn't even see them.
Scratching the hardwood floors right before you are supposed to get your deposit back. What the heck!?! Hello, you God sent bottle of Old English!!! Where have you been all my life!?!
Yard sales... In January. After an ice storm. An ice storm in which little old ladies break hips. That's all I have to say about that...
Alright. That's it for today. I have to go look for the sanity and normalcy I misplaced sometime last week. You may pray for me. The end.
Pure hilarity
Put the artichokes down! Heck...throw those nasty things away!
If I remember correctly, you have about six bowls of frozen deliciousness in the form of that delightful Jasmine-esque coconut soup you made the other night tucked away in your freezer.
Work that out first before you come back to the artichokes. When you run out after that, call me. I'll take you out to dinner.
at least you've been well trained in the art of moving!! :)