My Own Private Thursday Whining Session: Packing Edition
Whine: MG has much, much, more than 15 boxes worth of stuff. And because she was so anxious about me packing it all up while she was in Vancouver this week, I made the foolish promise that I would not throw any of it away. I am a chump.
Anti-whine: I have brought things somewhat under control by sweeping everything on the floor (and in cracks and corners of bins and shelves and etc.) into a big garbage bag and labeling it "Random
Whine: There is still all of my office to do. And the kitchen. And bathroom. And most of the living room. And MG's desk, of which I shudder to think.
Anti-whine: I have composed a song to keep myself going, as follows:
Box by Box
[To the tone of "Step by Step, The Longest March"]
Box by box, the messiest house
Can be packed, can be packed.
All those boxes in a truck
Will be stacked, will be stacked.
When we move with them in tow
We'll be happy, even though
We are not like H. Thoreau.
That's a fact. That's a fact.