I'm blogging from the library because, you're right, Uncle Steve, I'm addicted. We're supposed to have internet next Monday, but who knows when we'll actually get the computer set up.
The moving advice I read to pack the can opener in your purse was less useful than it might seem, since we didn't eat anything canned for several days, unpacked the other can opener in the first box, and left my purse behind. However, it was handy when we needed to open a package of cheese in a hurry.
What would have been good moving advice would be to make sure the Martha Stewart Baby magazines are thrown away before you move, instead of lying around as the only available reading material. It's not good, when one is struggling to find the diapers and supper, to start feeling guilty because one has never hand-appliqued gingham animals.
Yesterday I locked us out, on the hottest day of the year, without hats, shoes, or water. A good way to meet the neighbors.
4 comments:
Didn't you lock your self out when you moved to your apartment too?
Have fun getting settled!
Yes, it seems to be a tradition. Only this time I actually was locked out, instead of just not trying hard enough with the keys.
I did that! I did that! You're right--at least you get to meet the neighbours. Can I link to this? I like your good humor...
By all means, it cheers my misfortunes to know they bring joy to others.
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