Donziweasel
04-19-2008, 08:27 AM
Not back 2 days and Boo Boo is whipped into a fenzie over moving. Boxes everywhere, driving me crazy, etc.... I am learning a few things about moving after 6 years of marriage. For example A. I never knew we had any silver. B. That you need to polish it.
Now I know A. We have a lot of silver that Boo Boo stashed away after the wedding and B. That you do have to polish more often than every six years. I spent my nice Friday night on the couch polishing silver I have never seen before and will probably never see again.
Ahhh the good ole days when I was single. Give me a raft trailer and 2 boxes and I am moved and done. Now everything is wrapped, boxed, labled and put into a very serious order of when to move. Boo Boo has informed me that we could never pick up the pots and pans box and load it into the truck before the sheets and pillow case box. The system would break down, life would come to a halt, and armageddon would soon ensue. My job, I have quickly found out, is to say "yes Dear" and lift the nice heavy boxes she has packed.
And the phrase I have heard most the last two days? "what are you going to do with that?!" as she points to my beloved corner of tangled fly rods, or possibly "We are throwing this out" as she grabs my old snow mobile jacket that I love so dearly and could never part with although I will never wear it again. I guess sentimental value is not very high on the list of things to keep. "yes dear".
Where the hell was I last week and what is the fastest way back there?:smash::hangum::wink:
Now I know A. We have a lot of silver that Boo Boo stashed away after the wedding and B. That you do have to polish more often than every six years. I spent my nice Friday night on the couch polishing silver I have never seen before and will probably never see again.
Ahhh the good ole days when I was single. Give me a raft trailer and 2 boxes and I am moved and done. Now everything is wrapped, boxed, labled and put into a very serious order of when to move. Boo Boo has informed me that we could never pick up the pots and pans box and load it into the truck before the sheets and pillow case box. The system would break down, life would come to a halt, and armageddon would soon ensue. My job, I have quickly found out, is to say "yes Dear" and lift the nice heavy boxes she has packed.
And the phrase I have heard most the last two days? "what are you going to do with that?!" as she points to my beloved corner of tangled fly rods, or possibly "We are throwing this out" as she grabs my old snow mobile jacket that I love so dearly and could never part with although I will never wear it again. I guess sentimental value is not very high on the list of things to keep. "yes dear".
Where the hell was I last week and what is the fastest way back there?:smash::hangum::wink: