As you all may know by now, I am rarely ever not annoyed.
The dogs and their curious slobbery ways annoy me. The sound of my dishwasher blaring loudly over the TV volume that’s already set to 45 out of 60 annoys me. The fitted mattress that NEVER seems to stay down on my side…EVER but somehow miraculously clings to the Boo’s side all snuggly like night after night. The fact that I live around a bunch of morons who think it’s acceptable to puke chunky Checker’s fries and Goose and Cranberry all over the breezeway and not clean it up for THREE DAYS!!!! (Ok, that’s just disgusting. And yes, for the record, I’ve remained hibernated in doors while it’s been out there. And no, I’m not making this up. I really wish I was. Can you see now why we’re so ready to move already?)
But that brings me to my next and most current annoyance, boxes. Remember how I waxed poetic on loving boxes and tape and the tangibility of finally being able to see our move approaching? How it made me happy and joyous and gleeful for the blessed day?
Well, now…not so much.
I feel like I live in a hobo fort and it is not fun.
You can’t walk anywhere without stubbing your toe on the end of a box or a garbage bag of trash, hangers or clothes to be donated. You can’t see the TV from the couch unless you’re perched at just the right angle craning your neck like a Pepping Tom.
I am literally boxed in.
Pun intended. (Or not. I really hate puns.)
The Boo’s cleverly pushed up his departure time for school ever so slightly to escape this cardboard prison we’ve constructed, meanwhile I’m left knee deep in shitty moving tape that never stays on the little metal thing like you want it to so you end up peeling away 1/3 of the role just to restart it again.
That and Always ultra protection maxi pad boxes. Because nothing says class like boxes that scream “We’re too cheap to buy moving boxes so we stole some feminine hygiene ones from our local Publix. “
“Oh and by the way, we’re your new neighbors!!”
12 comments:
excuse me??? did i see a checkers reference in there?? only my fav fast food EVER!!! they are all closed here and the only one i ever see is when i fly into florida via sarasota and make whoever i'm with stuff so i can loving eat their fries and burgers. i mean uhh, love the post and also love the tampon boxes!!
Haha! I am all too familiar with your pain! Hubby brought home a bunch of boxes from Subway when we moved. I could not get the smell out of my nose for weeks!! Best of luck wrangling the packing tape! It's a b*tch!!
PS: Is Checkers the same as Rallys??
AHHH bad, bad, bad neighbors..Those pad boxes are just that disgusting..
If I saw you moving next door to me with those boxes, I would fucking dig it.
I used to absolutely love boxes when I was a kid. I would have been in heaven over there.
I was getting ready to post a comment about some of the things that annoy me and the little dog starting raising hell.
#287 - When the dogs bark or whine incessantly. Annoying.
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Moving SUCKS. I am not looking forward to doing it in June! :)
Ugh...Big Man is stealing boxes from his job to so we dont have to buy them.
Been there, done that, it sucks. It will be over soon though! Good luck hun.
Heh. Since getting married eight months ago, I've had to deal with moving five times; our "nice" (not) apt flooded (neighbor's water heater), so in/out/into hotel/out of hotel/in. Moving boxes (of all different sizes and brands) have been the bane of my existence. We moved back in to the apt in January, and we JUST NOW (today, in fact) unpacked the last of it.
So yes, I know what you mean. :P
I also never wanted to see another box again after my last move. Moving is always stressful! Don't be so hard on yourself tho, once your settled in and away from annoying neighbors you'll be fine again :)
Ha! Moving sucks, and there's nothing wrong with Always boxes. They're probably pretty.
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