I’ve got 3 things to say to you tonight.
The first thing is—apparently, it’s hard to get internet service in paradise. Hence, no day 6.
The second thing is—-the only thing better than a brand new beautiful house is a brand new beautiful house filled with the smell of bacon.
The third thing is—–it’s a crying shame that there was no video of Kimmie, Grannie, Sister and I wrestling my king size mattress up the stairs because the movers got it mixed up with the guest room mattress. We heaved and laughed and cried and laughed some more and then when we got to the top of the stairs, Stevie was sitting on the screen porch smoking his pipe with a big cheesy grin on his face. I’m not sure if that was the highlight of my day or when the mover accidentally gave me a shiner on the left eye or when we disconnected and reconnected the ice maker under full water pressure.
Every move of everyone I’ve ever known starts out organized and serious and intentional and then long about 4p, it all disintegrates into Sanford and Son.
The only thing different about this move was that it was Sanford and Son from the beginning.
The icing on the cake was when I made my sister stop at the thrift store on the way to the lake so I could buy two chairs for a lil’ reupholstery project.
Some things never change. She thought it needed to be documented.
I’ll be back with pics and tips soon!
p.s. thanks so much for all your sweet emails and messages. you make a girl feel so loved