There are still some loose ends to tie up, and we hope we're not tempting fate here, but we're going to start packing. Here's Betty watching Daddy load empty boxes that we've been storing in the shed into the house. You can chart what stage of life we're in by our moving boxes:
When we moved out of our student apartments into Little Red House we packed all our stuff in beer cases. This has as much to do with the way beer is sold in PA as it does our prodigious beer-drinking abilities, but it's still amusing.
Then, when we moved Steele down to Virginia (and I eventually followed) we packed our stuff into Crate & Barrel boxes, which had previously held our wedding gifts.
This time, we're using diaper boxes.
In other news, Betty came extremely close to eating a turd tonight. I'll spare you the details since it's more gross than funny. Lesson learned: Naked Time is not a good time to putter around doing chores.
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