Ever since I got home from helping in the girls' classrooms this morning, I have been working very hard on something. Very hard. And I hope to have it finished before you come out of your office. Because I think it will be a nice surprise for you.
You know that mess of boxes in the corner of the kitchen? The one by the back door. Yes, that's the mess to which I am referring. That herd of boxes that were the last ones packed up in the old house- because they were all the miscellaneous items that we didn't know what to do with? Yep, the items that we just tossed into a box? The stuff that I really wanted to just light a match to and watch it go up in flames? I don't think we would have missed any of it. Much.
And you know how they have been sitting there, lo these 2 1/2 months? Well, they have been emptied. And they are no more. And all the stuff has found a place. And I still wonder if it might not have been okay to just throw it all away. Except, I did find all the aprons among the junk- and all the chip bag clips. Glory be!
And now, they are waiting by the garage door, for you to break them down. Because I wanted you to claim a little part in this victory. Ownership, you know.
So. The moral is: we can fully open the back door now without it banging into boxes. Plus, we can slide the window above the boxes open more easily since we won't have to bend over the barrier the boxes creates. YESSSSSSSS! (with fisted arm pump, except you may prefer the fisted arm pull. whichever.) Plus, we probably could have left the boxes there forever or thrown them away and we would have been okay.
Now, if you want to see that corner looks like, you should come out of your office and check it out. And give me a kiss.
Your adoring (and hard-working) wife
P.S. I also picked up that balled-up sock in front of the boxes. You know, the one everyone has been walking past for a week, pretending it isn't there? You're welcome.