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October 24, 2007
WARNING: CONTENTS UNDER PRESSURE
Every time I move house, I am reminded of these immortal words by the late great Betty MacDonald:
"Living room draperies" I wrote on a neat newspaper bundle. "Candles, vases, bric-a-brac" I marked on a carton. Then somehow I began running out of enough of the same thing to fill a box - also out of boxes and newspapers - also out of strength. By the end of the day I was rolling a jar of mayonnaise, a heel of salami and a half-filled bottle of Guerlain's Blue Hour perfume in my tweed skirt and not even stamping the bundle "Perishable".
That's me. I haven't the strength for eloquence, so may I offer photographic evidence of my increasing desperation:
And finally, fueled by the gentle croonings of Quiet Riot and a desire not to have to pack a 1.75 liter bottle of vodka containing about an inch of liquid:
Comments
You have all the fun while I'm at work! You rock, Kate!
Posted by: Nathan at October 24, 2007 7:26 PM
Now I'm tempted to send you a "Perishable" stamp. :)
No, really, sympathies -- I hate packing too.
Posted by: Margar at October 25, 2007 9:52 AM
You make packing sound so fun. I would have done the same with the booze - but VODKA. Ewwww.
Posted by: Bob at October 27, 2007 10:11 AM
I'm sure the vodka was for medicinal purposes. ;-)
Posted by: grace at October 29, 2007 2:16 PM
Heh. I've still got boxes left over from the last move marked as "random junk". Hey, it's only been 5 years. And what a surprise, I open them up and there is still random junk inside.
Happy moving
Posted by: BigAlice at October 29, 2007 5:56 PM