Today is Babysitter Day, when our lovely babysitter comes for a few hours so I can get some work done (I guess that is pretty self explanatory, so I didn’t really need to elaborate, but you’re welcome for the explanation anyway) and I have 25 minutes left of babysitter time in which to post this, which shouldn’t be a problem, since the entire reason I am writing a blog post is so I can use Written Kitten, an adorable website that rewards you with a fresh kitten photo for every 100 words you type. That is the kind of thing that motivates me to blog even if I don’t have very much to say. If someone could create a similar website but with PENGUINS, I would probably actually get around to writing that book I keep talking about.
Anyway.
It is snowing today, enough that some has actually accumulated on the ground, and while I accept the inevitability of this scenario (winter is like death and taxes in its persistence and also its unpleasantness), I still heartily disapprove.
Moving Day is rapidly approaching, and packing is going … hmmm, I wouldn’t exactly say it’s going “well” but I can say we’ve only had one day that involved any yelling or threats of throwing out someone’s beloved items under the cover of night (sample conversation: “I’m going to FILE FOR DIVORCE!” “FINE, then at least I’ll be able to PACK IN PEACE!”) so I guess we’re doing better than I thought we would. Packing is a challenge for a couple whose members come down firmly on either side of the Keep It/Throw It Out debate, and while I will keep the answer to who is who on the down-low so as not to embarrass anyone, I will say that we would probably have nothing to actually move into the new house if I was solely in charge of this whole packing palaver, and one of us would eventually end up in a tragic news story about having been killed by a falling tower of instruction manuals if Mike was in charge. I assume there is some kind of happy medium between the two extremes, but we sadly have not found it.
I don’t really know how to end this blog post except to tell you that I have received four cat photos while typing this, two of which were orange kittens, so I consider this blog post a raging success in every way possible.
Rob and I had very similar discussions while packing for Kuwait. There was one notable exchange that went something like this “Your binders are taking up too much room…I don’t understand why we need to bring them.” “Well, YOUR transformers are taking up too much room and I don’t understand why we need to bring THEM.” Needless to say we ended up bring both the binders and transformers!
THANK YOU for telling me about written kitten!! 🙂
Ah yes, the classic binders versus transformers debate… classic. 😉