There are slugs with more motivation than me. The boxes – still there and unchanged in any regard. They are gathering a layer of dust
I showered today and I assure you that the pizza delivery teen was appreciative of that, even if he didn’t know it. The nameless bird is quite cute. He poops every 20 minutes, which is highly appropriate for him. I remembered earlier today, as I was grinding tissue bits into my jeans, that the reason it wasn’t so annoying last time I had a bird was because I had wipes everywhere in the house. The two oldest kids were 2.5 years old and 8 months old. They were, in and of themselves, pooping machines and wipes were to be found in every single room of the house along with most of my coat/jacket pockets, all purses and both diaper bags along with a couple of pairs of boots, the camera bag and anything else that had a pocket. Currently? All kids wipe their own butts so I own no wipes. I’m going to have to get some because they got the birdy poopy out of my clothes so much easier and with much fewer tiny bits of ground up poopy tissue all over the carpet.
Since we’re talking about poop, I’d like to ask who would build a house where the company half bath has a mirror directly across from the toilet and is the perfect height to watch yourself while sitting on the pot? Who does that? Why? Freaks. Freaks who want to think about their company coming over and having to watch themselves while on the toilet.
Not just that, but look what we found? These two guys conveyed along with the freakish company bathroom, the broken and rusty BBQ and the spider, snake and rat habitat the previous owners called a wood pile.
Still plenty of boxes unpacked from last summer’s move. They will unpack themselves at some point, I believe.
Those statues, I’m sorry, are the BOMB. A little doggy-like, a little gargoyle like. Dogogyles!
packing involves hard-thinking about what to keep, what to throw…unpacking is just tedious
i never did get bookcases in this house. will be carrying my books back from whence they came, LA, still in the same boxes.
Those look like petrified dogs. Pompeii dogs. Spooky.
ah the joys of bird poop. that’s the one down side to birds 🙂
The big one scares me! now I will have nightmares. Thanx! We moved in March and I too still have boxes with dust. I managed to set up my sewing machine but have yet had the opportunity to see if the outlet works. How about you?
just put those things out in the front yard… they’ll scare off anybody!