Where would one acquire these? Do people really go to grocery stores, etc. and ask for old ones? Aren’t there bugs and icky goo inside of them?

I ask because I am now out of boxes, suitcases and plastic bins of my own. I figured, “Alright, I’m done, no more packing,” but alas, smarter heads have prevailed and now I am going on a trek to find packing material.

On a Sunday. In the town where I SWEAR TO GOD the 4th of July parade was born. In 90 degree weather. On a holiday weekend.

I can think of no greater joy.

When selecting a location to store what is packed and ready to go, make sure you can lock out any furballs who live with you.

Don’t turn on the TV, as the TNT premiere of “Saving Private Ryan” might be on in honor of the holiday (l-o-v-e this movie), and you will cease to pack to watch the cute boys in uniform.

Don’t pack the tape. It’s a real pain in the ass trying to find it three boxes later.

Don’t stop to read that journal you just found in a back cabinet from a trip you took three years ago… it’s coming with you.

And most importantly, don’t pause to blog about the packing—even if it’s just to share that the said furballs are taking contortionist jumps off the falling boxes and it is truly hilarious to watch.

(Day 4, which, btw, did not go well).

Somehow, I forgot that I have stuff—a bedroom, an office, a living room and a kitchen full of stuff. The crazy thing is that I need these things. Books, pots and pans, hats I haven’t worn since high school—important things, y’know.

But here’s the crazy thing—I DO NOT want to move any of it. Nada. Nunca. None. I want the landlord to walk up the stairs and say, “Sorry dear, changed my mind. You can stay.” I want to drink and party and have a regular 4th of July—matter-of-fact, I wanted to go visit my family. But noooo, here I am attempting to pack my entire world into boxes, all the while contemplating a) who the hell is moving these heavy-ass boxes, b) do I seriously need this furry coat I haven’t worn in years and c) I wonder if I should pack while intoxicated. Excellent questions, mind you.

So for the time being I am blogging about how much this blows (typical) with a slight buzz (late lunch on the deck with vodka.. ahhh), preparing to watch “Anchorman.” 🙂

And I just really, really don’t want to pack. *sniff*

Ahem… look up the names of your friends in Google and see what you find.

I found the guest’s wedding… and his derrier. And the derriers of his groomsmen.

Care to explain, guest?

ROFL

Can’t. stop. laughing. If. I could. I’d call… somebody. Everyone’s probably asleep though.

This is the ONLY time in my life that I actually CANNOT wait to get to work. LOL.

Oh, and your roommate—do you know anyone who isn’t a rocket scientist?

Still laughing. Can’t actually stop at this point. Snorting has commenced.