Sunday, September 16, 2007

Pack 'em up!

I'm feeling pretty good on the home-front, these days. The Lovely Wife is not only knocked all the hell up, but has returned to her native soil from the wendigo-haunted hinterlands of Darkest Canada (she wears the scars of her year in the maple syrup mines with the quiet dignity of one who has looked into the frozen heart of the beast and did not blink).

But, at least until Apple shows us all how to convert our possessions into digital files and carry them around in a tastefully designed hip-top device, coming home means packing, and packing just ain't no fun.


april said...

Having moved a great number of times in my life, this is all the more hilarious. Stage 4 comes more and more quickly each time I move, though. It's a sort of resignation I guess. Next time I'll probably just have a truck full of trash bags.

Pulpatooner said...

Good plan, April. That's not resignation, that's efficiency. You're not wasting time getting to the emotional inevitable.

f is for Fer; he failed to floss said...

Mmmm, lone boot with umbrella in it... speaking of efficiency, we've got at least one of those (or its Lego equivalent) in the garage right now. We never unpacked it from when we moved in, and when the bulldozers show up on our lawn, we + lone boot with umbrella will be ready to vacate the premises. It's every boot for himself after that. Boot or be booted, donchaknow.

Pulpatooner said...

Wait, you've got a Lego boot? Man, I really need to see the inside of the magic cavern of your garage. Before it becomes Tiger High's Lego Shack.

Although, can the reality live up to the modular plastic wonderland I've been imagining?