So on Thursday and Friday night we moved most of the small stuff with the car. On Saturday came moving day and guess what, I can’t get off from work! So my darling husband gets stuck with arranging the cleaner, sorting out he last of the packing and the actual move. I was on tentacles all day, not knowing what was happening. At about 3pm I couldnt stand it anymore and was so glad when he called me (on a totally unrelated subject). “How’s it going there” I asked. “It’s going, but we will talk tonight”. My Master Jim does not have a huge imagination for nothing – he got it all from me. So I spent the rest of the afternoon dreaming up all sorts of horrors. By the time I got home at about 5:30 it was all done. I was totally overwhelmed.
So this one goes to you honey: Thank you, you are the best, I love you! This is the one move where I had to do very close to nothing and you pulled it all off. You are awesome and I love you!