moving

It has been a very long time since that thought has entered my mind. But it did on Friday.

Weekend wrap up, so far: the movers have come and gone; the rest we put on a truck and brought home, by way of Austin where we dropped off a bunch at a sister’s house. Somewhere in there we went to our twin niece and nephew’s baptism (Godparents, we are. Scary, huh?)

This morning we are all recovering. I’m sorry I missed calling you, Lass, it was more than a little nuts while we were there. I hope to catch you next time.

Now, on to laundry, but first I have to drag the baby out of the tub…

Sorry I haven’t been around, we’ve been helping a friend mooove.

(the extra ‘o’s because of the eleventy hundred cows we saw while driving through the brilliant Central Texas Sunshine)

I should probably not say much about the move, because:

1. It was family
2. The kind of family that doesn’t, you know, pack things before moving
3. I’ve found somebody that has more crap than we do.
4. WAY more.
5. There were lots of other super helpful people helping and I can’t do them justice in blog form
6. It was hot.
7. It also rained. A lot. But after we finished.
8. It wasn’t that bad.
9. It wasn’t that good.
10. I got to drive a Big Ass Yellow Truck.
11. It’s hard to not smile at least once while driving a BAYT.
12. Also? There was barbecue. Made by people drinking beer under a tent in the driving rain. And that kind of barbecue is the bestest, especially after you are finished moving.
13. Now, it is time for wine. And less whine.

Hope everybody had a fantastic day. (yes, you too, Mir. Hope you crossed a few things off your list ;)