The hubby also can't sit around while someone else is working. Apparently this is part of the tough guy code. I'm afraid that I didn't read this manual. I, for one, was happy that we weren't moving ourselves this time.
Now our lives are packed into MANY wooden crates, loaded into a trailer, and heading out to the docks. There they will be put on a slow moving boat that is heading "over the pond" to our new home. Hopefully they will avoid the pirates. Argh, Matey, you touch my furniture and die cuts and walking the plank will look like pre-school! We are camping out on blow up mattresses for the time being. Soon they will be back to pick up our last 500 pound shipment and the rest of the goodies that will be heading into storage. (Note to self: thin out rest of goodies going into storage!) By the way, in case you were wondering, I got into LOTS of trouble for posting that pic of Jess "The Russian" teenager a couple of days ago. Be sure and go back and check it out again. No sense in getting into trouble and not getting my monies worth out of it. :0) Hee hee, Jess. That will teach you.