Tuesday, July 31, 2012

I got this...

I am clearly my Father's daughter.

As far back as I can remember, I've been fiercely independent. At times to a fault, but I know how to do stuff. Lots of stuff. My Dad taught me how to take care of myself, and I learned by watching my Mom kick ass on a regular basis.

For instance, I can light the pilot light on a gas hot water heater, I can hook up my own cable, and I can definitely put oil and washer fluid in my car. I couldn't change the flat tire on my car last August because the damn this basically outweighed me, so I called Richard to help me drag that giant thing off the car and into the trunk. We all have our helpless moments.

Not sure where I gathered all these wonderful skills, but I got em. So there.

All these skills have come in extra handy since we have our big move coming up...TOMORROW. For the last month I have been strategically boxing up the whole house and just this evening found myself removing the stands from all the flat screen TVs and putting those TVs in the original boxes...yes I kept the original boxes (thanks Dad, that's your doing).

It's a good thing I'm this talented. After all, Richard has been tied to his desk at work in anticipation of our long-awaited vacation to Mexico on Saturday. We obviously don't make things easier for ourselves by scheduling a week in Mexico only days after a move, which fell days after two back to back weekends out of town for weddings.

I like to live on the edge.

So, in preparation for the movers, who arrive at 8AM tomorrow, I am working my way through the bottles of wine I've managed to collect just so I don't have to box them up. Seems reasonable to me. Who wants to move extra stuff when you can drink it?

All in all, my hopes include a stress and scratch free day...if they can get the sofa through the door. If not, I will be cutting that thing in half. I have friends with chainsaws.

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