Moving

Since we have been married, we've moved....let's see, ah yes. Three times. This will be our fourth move.

I'm looking forward to it with as much enthusiasm as I would a root canal or a presidential election. Both of which should be experienced in the haze of narcotics in order to dull the senses to the pain of it all.

I've been going through some cupboards in my kitchen in order to pick and choose what can come with me, what I need to put into storage and what items I'll use for our garage sale.

Yes, we're having a garage sale. I have far too much stuff. Stuff has taken over my life, my closets, my cupboards, my garage and every nook and cranny in between.

Once upon a time I packed up everything I owned in a little Toyota and it fit. All of it. How on earth did I collect so much...stuff?

I blame it on the children.

At any rate, so far I've given away the family room couch, love seat and chair to my brother. It's a cream colored leather and I've loved having it but I can't put two rooms of furniture into my dad's house. We're keeping the living room couch, love seat and chair and the end tables and coffee table.

I'm going to have to get a storage unit. Grrrrr.