It's a fine day for packing
Christmas was great. Relaxing and hectic all at the same time. How is that even possible? And yet, there it is. Everyone got lots of great stuff, including Flash, who not only got presents, but also ate her own weight in food. I was so exhausted by the time we got home last night, I was curled up in bed with an Archie comic within half an hour of walking through the door.
What's the best way to spend the 26th of December? How about spending it packing up all of the fabulous stuff you unwrapped a mere 24 hours earlier. All of you suckers out there eating turkey sandwiches and playing with your new toys are really missing out. Seriously. Dave and I have spent the entire day packing up everything in our apartment in preparation for the upcoming migration back home. A couple of weeks ago people would ask if I was looking forward to going back to PA and I'd say "I dunno...maybe...I dunno...". Looking back on it though, I think the lackluster responses I was doling out were related more to wanting to get to the stage where we were proactively getting things together for the move so we could just get on with it. Limbo doesn't suit me. Unless it was pink and sparkly. Then I'd be all about limbo. It's never pink though, it's always gray and drab and stressful.
All we have left to pack is the bathroom and some minor kitchen-y things and that's it. Oh, and we have to buy a lightbulb for the hallway. And clean. And load the truck. But first, we have to watch "V is for Vendetta", which is what Dave got me for Christmas because he loves me.