a wicked start

on packing that is.

i've been procrastinating on this packing thing because mainly, i just wanted to throw everything in the back of my jeep and drive to my new house. i didn't even care if it took 15 trips, i was willing to waste the gas to not have to wrap things neatly and put them in boxes. i have realized, however, that some packing is necessary. my bathroom, for example, has around 18 million bottles of lotion or bodywash or shampoo. the main reason i felt these things needed to be tossed into a box is because i have to walk down a flight of stairs to get to my car and back up the stairs to get back to my apartment. in 1200% humidity, that's just too much for me. :)

now, at this late hour, my bathroom is empty and spotless. the door is closed and i'm considering posting a "KEEP OUT" sign on the door. if anyone so much as nods in that direction, they will be surprised with a quick kick to the shin. don't mess with me people, i cleaned that floor on my hands and knees. i will take you out.

after that, i cleaned up our dishes and such from dinner. i thought michael might do it, but after working so hard on the bathroom, i come out to find him in bed with the dog and the dishes sitting just as we left them. oh well.

as i look around now, i can see only 5 boxes packed and the one room that is empty and clean i will probably never see again. i'll kick myself if i open that door. :) however, for only a couple of hours work, i'd say that's a pretty wicked start.