If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that my hubby is still giving me the evil eye. In a display of incredible genius, I thew out my hubby’s new, never-used winter boots along with our other extras going to Goodwill. So, yesterday, we were back at the stores getting him a second pair of boots.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that our doggies know something is up. They keep watching us putting things in boxes and sniffing the contents with concern. I don’t know that they understand exactly what’s going on but I think they certainly know somethings up.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that, as much as we have already done, it seems that there is stuff to pack everywhere you look. The garage itself is a nightmare for packing that I dread even starting. How do you pack a rake? A bottles of nameless fluids? Cables and brooms? Tools none of which are the same size?
Definitely, more coffee is needed.