The weekend in Instagrams
For those new and who haven’t read my archive (SHAME ON YOU) we are in the process of downgrading to a smaller apartment. ie: moving. Consequently, the AKH has no K to be an H in right now. Today is pack up the kitchen day. I’m a little freaked out about it, but I KNOW I will survive this. Then once there is a K to H in, we will be preparing to head out for a camping trip in Rickett’s Glen in PA. So, we’re packing to move and then once we move have to pack for camping. Essentially we’re packing to pack. *snort*
The spare room looked like this earlier in the week. It looks like this now:
That’s where most of the boxes are. See all my baking stuff in that front plastic bin? LOL That’s just one of TWO plastic bins of baking stuff and spices. We packed 7 boxes of kitchen items? Maybe 8? There’s at least one or two more left to pack. Yes, a true kitchen hoor. The only other box total that even remotely comes CLOSE is the camping gear at 4 boxes. And that’s only because some of the camping gear is big.
We’ve tossed junk, made two trips to Salvation Army for donations downsizing closets and dresser drawers, and getting rid of the other bike we had. Yeah, I’m one of those that NEVER learned to ride a bike. Ain’t gonna happen now, either.
We’re not REALLY packing the clothes from the bedroom. We’re essentially moving from one building to another. This idea may be scrapped come Wednesday, but we’ll see how it goes.
I think Missy has been affected the most of anyone in the house:
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| Daddy’s coming back, right? |
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| Do not pack this ball. I will sleep with it so you can’t. |
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| Whoa is me, they’ve packed all the FOOD! *sigh* |
Missy is beautiful thanks so much for linking up to Furry Friends Friday I'm now following you