Morning!
This fucking moving & unpacking & getting the old house ready is gonna fucking kill me mentally & physically. I can't fucking take it anymore. It's all I do from the time I get done posting here until I go to bed. I've got the cable company coming at 8 because the TV, TiVo & phone in the living room stopped working yesterday. Then I have to take my mom's car in for an oil change. Then I have to get my stepson's old car from the old house over to Yell's because we have no room for it here. Then I have to get my mom ready & take her to the wake. Then after I bring her home I need to unpack some more because I can't find my clothes for the wedding. Then I'll pass out & start this mess all over again.
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Tip if you ever move: write what's in the box on the side, because if you write it on top, you'll never find anything when they're stacked
