"Meet you anytime you want, in our Italian restaurant"

Taking a minute to blog. It's a break from the above view - over and over again :) When the stagers came a few months ago to wrap up most of our things, they did a great job packing; but they didn't label anything! It's like "mystery move" around here.  So far, I've only wanted to give away about 50 things. They will be dutifully loaded into our truck in a minute. I have to get them out of the house quickly before "hoarder RKZ" returns from work and takes 1/2 of the things back out. It's a delicate balance we've got going here. 

As I'm writing this, I just realized I don't have a present for the birthday Buck was invited to tomorrow. Looks like we'll be making a late night run to WalMart again. I wish I was one of those super organized women who had birthday presents sitting around waiting for emergencies like this. Of course, the stagers would have packed it in an unlabeled box and I wouldn't know where it is anyway.