Here's our moving story...
Packers scheduled for Monday, truck for Tuesday. Surveyor says we need an extra day and schedules us for today (Thursday) as well. No show today because we "didn't get into their system." Now they are coming tomorrow.
I have rescheduled the festivities I had planned for Derick post-graduation. Graduation is tomorrow morning, people.
I wanted to show some pictures of my bedroom AFTER I worked in it for a few hours today...
Luckily, the rest of the house, with the exception of the kitchen, is 100% ready to be packed. The girls are hanging in there. They have done really well, but when they aren't doing well, they are getting into trouble. For example, they were playing in the corner behind the bar (it was unpacked, luckily) and Mattie kicked it over. Derick had to do repair work and it is still torn up. Caroline slammed the basement door into the back of the recliner. Not once, but TWICE. Holes in it now. ARGH. I feel bad that they are stuck here with us for this, but I want to scream at the same time!!!!!!!!!!!!
Soooooo ready to be pulling into Georgia next week. Isn't this glamorous people? The next time someone says that Colonel's spouses a don't deserve to park in the Colonel spot at the commissary, send them to my blog, daggummit.
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