moving

the packers came and went today. no, not the NFL team, which comes to mind especially when your husband and mother-in-law were born and raised in Wisconsin. the guys who show up with a straight truck of cardboard, paper, and tape. 44 boxes in less than four hours. that doesn't include the two-car-garage-stall nearly filled with those packed by el Jefe' (PBO: packed by owner) and my few paltry contributions. they pack everything that isn't tied down. we made el Jefe' retrieve my flip flops and my mother-in-law's birks from a box, or we wouldn't have any shoes.

they load tomorrow.

a realtor came today, after the packers. what a site. i'm sure the house showed fabulously.

there is still cleaning to do. my mother-in-law did a majority of the kitchen cabinets, and Punkin's bathroom. we scheduled the carpets to be cleaned Friday.

Punkin did not freak coming home to a house of boxes. Peanut even had a meal while the packers were here. i, on the other hand, am down.

this is it. hope to post next week. wish us luck ...