Tomorrow is packing day. The movers are going to come here between 8:30 and 9:30 in the morning, and allegedly pack up my whole house in the matter of three or four hours. I wish Shawn was going to be here for this step because I feel sure I'm going to forget something important I was supposed to remember. I know he's been doing a million things to prepare for the move from his end in BC, but I feel (unreasonably) mad that I'm doing this part alone.
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I hate the phone calls associated with moving, and it seems like I'm the one who always gets stuck making them.
But it is almost done, and you will soon be on the left coast, where the cool half lives. Kiss all the puppies for good luck.
I got stuck making all those calls too. The really exasperating thing was that when Shawn connected these services the last time we moved he never bothered to put my name on the account as an alternate authority and so most of the calls resulted in my being informed I would have to get him to call anyway. Sometimes I miss having control of my life.
The puppies are well kissed.
I like that you call it the "left" coast. :)
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