Enervation

Now that we're out of the old house and trying to get settled in the new house, I'm completely perplexed at where to put all of the stuff I've accumulated in my life. I'm also exhausted from this whirlwind of activity. Moving just plain sucks.

I swear, I made Slave Boy go to either the dump or the Salvation Army at least 10 times last week with huge loads. I've disposed of so much junk that it's hard to believe the remainder won't all fit here, but it won't. There are boxes that have mated and multiplied in my living room. That's the only explanation I can come up with for how they just keep showing up. Reminds me of rabbits. Toward the end of packing last week, I got disgusted and just started tossing stuff into boxes to deal with over here, so now I'm dealing with items I should have pitched, but didn't. I've only myself to blame. Well let me think about that, because if I put my mind to it, I'm sure there is someone else I can blame.

We've downsized from 2,000 square feet and 4 bedrooms, to 1450 square feet and 3 bedrooms. Every closet is now packed to capacity. In addition, we left enough furniture and supplies to make a home for Rachel and her roommates. Where in the world did all this stuff come from? With the exception of my yarn, I'm going to stop collecting junk. By the way, I know I've mentioned it before, but I really don't need ANY more salt and pepper shakers.

Effective immediately, anyone gifting my husband with cowboy s & p shakers, moose or farm animal s & p shakers, or plastic protective farm animals will be finding themselves re-gifted with these items at the most unusual of times. Do you think these gag gift givers will be getting candy in their Easter baskets? Think again. The only thing missing will be the salt and pepper-should go well with Easter dinner and hard boiled eggs.