Anyway, Jesse came home around 11pm and noticed that the blue taped box looked drastically different. I rearranged a bunch of the boxes, moved the chest of drawers (myself), and packed up a lot of stuff. All of our books are now packed, as well as about half of our kitchen. I left out four plates, spoons, forks, and knives, as well as some basic cooking utensils for the next week or so. Everything else is stored away until September. Jesse thought opening all of the cabinets and drawers was a fun game - like Where's Waldo - pointing out all of the empty space. So, as of today, these are the things that were sold (or will be sold by Saturday):
In addition to the above items that will not make the trip, yesterday morning, a bowl fell from our dish rack bounced on the counter top and smashed apart on the floor. I looked at it, felt bad for about 3 seconds, and said "oh well, one less thing to pack." I think Jesse was slightly disturbed as I nonchalantly went about pouring my iced coffee, leaving the bowl on the floor to think about what it had just done. Seriously, I'm so ready to go.
To prep for the weekend, I ordered another round of boxes that should arrive by tomorrow afternoon. Friday night has been officially declared Date Night/Packing Fest. We have a rental car reserved on Saturday to deposit a giant pile of stuff to Goodwill, so there's very little time to finish sorting and organizing. I'll gladly sacrifice my date night, though, for a good cause. I DO love organizing.
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Remember when Jesse didn't want to take the gumball machine home?
I am also really impressed by your voodoo packing/organizing ways...
Unfortunately, I don't think the gumball machine is coming with us.
I do remember. He turned his nose up and I put up my hand and shoved it into Lauren's moving truck. Sadly, I don't think the gumball machine will make it to Portland.
We're thinking about bringing into his office one night and pretending that we don't know how it got there!
Once the little lady and I had to clear out a storage unit in Marin and take a bunch of stuff to Goodwill, and people kept asking Larson if he was a Goodwill employee. He was peeved.
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