Well we got most of the garage moved this weekend. That is right we moved in 110 degree heat. I don't think I ever drank so much water!
Now I just need to get into the garage and sort through all the little stuff. I have three piles started. Trash, yard sale, and move.
I must say that moving the garage would have gone better if the marines would have listened to me.
I told the marines that they could each leave one crate of stuff at our house. This way they would have some clean cloths for when they got home.
Here is what I ended up with. One tire on the rim, a full size bed, 5 peoples complete set of dress uniforms, 3 sea bags stuffed with stuff and a 12 crates. I was so pissed. I told Rusty that this will be the last time I even offer to let them keep one crate at the house.
Two of the marines were nice enough to leave their dirty clothes in a pile, so I just threw them away.
One of the marines called me from Iraq. Can you believe it is just as hot here as it is Iraq! I also told him that I threw his dirty clothes away. Nothing was said to that.
I am thinking that we all need to go to the pool for a few hours. I am so sick of packing and moving, but at least it is getting done.
I need go pack the car because I will have to pick Nikki up, so there is no since in wasting the gas. Nikki's school is only a few blocks from the new house.
Then I am going to make some lunch and try to relax some. I know that there is so much that I should be doing, but I just cant be bothered to care today.