My Mother Is An Alien
I’m pretty sure. When I left for work this morning, only the china cabinet was packed. When I got home this afternoon, my entire kitchen was in boxes, labeled according to my color-coding system, thanks to the FemBot who is my mother. Go ahead and mock the color-coding—-you will all thank me later when you realize how well it works. Anyway, that’s two rooms down and five to go (plus the closets and the garage, which will be Kevin’s own personal hell). I guess we really are moving in three weeks!
On another note, only 96 hours until I get a whole week off!
