My stuff!….(well, some of it – the rest is still in boxes in a warehouse in Oklahoma).

Ever been moved by “professionals” before?…

They wrap everything in paper, box it all up, then write what’s in the box on the outside and what room they packed it in.

Which is a little disturbing & potentially embarrassing when you find a box like this…

I took one look at this & thought…’Bedroom Tools?’….

(Ok, so maybe my mind wasn’t in exactly the right place, but still…Bedroom Tools?)

Ahh…

1) Not that Eric might not be interested in spicing things up, but we don’t own anything like that…and

2) Do you really think I’d let someone else box that stuff up for me?

(Besides that, my mom reads this blog…Hi, Mom!)

So I opened up the box – anxious to see what was inside.

Hey, look! It really was tools – well, ok…you can’t see them so well in this shot.

But I completely forgot I packed a container full of things like nails, a tape measure, a screw driver (no pun intended) & a hammer…

I continued unpacking like a mad woman…throwing papers everywhere.

(Did I tell you they wrap everything?…)

And yes, before you ask, that’s a bedsheet on the window – a make-shift curtain to block the sun that beats through there like blazes during the day until my real curtains arrived.

My paper-flinging madness didn’t phase Kitten – she’s moved with me 6 times now in her short 10 year life.

Maggie’s still learning how to move – this was her first – which explains the look of shocked confusion on her face.

“Rookie…”

Kitten’s not big on patience.