Guess Where It Is!

At the beginning of this moving (then not moving... then moving again) adventure, I packed up all that I deemed a "non-necessity" and stored it away in what was our storage unit- the entire contents of which is now piled in the garage.
My first thoughts? Look at all the stuff we can do without! How pleasingly minimalist of us! Twiddlie Dee! Twiddlie Day! Pack, pack! Vrrrrip! (the sound the tape machine makes)

Now, on week three of living-without-most-of-our-possessions, I am getting a little tired of raining on the twins parade. You see, every day, about a million times, I get asked a question. And the conversation goes something like this:

Sweet Doe Eyed Girls: I wanna play with tutus!

Meanie Monster Mother: Um, no. Those are... packed.

Innnocent Little Children: Can we please color?

Evil Dictator: No. The crayons are... packed.

Adorable Munchkins: I want to watch Harry Potter Movie!

Wicked Witch of the West: Sorry, the Harry Potter movies were... packed.

I have effectively sucked the life out of our house. There is no more joy, no more play. Just... a bunch to endless hours of DVR'd PBS.

Seriously, people! I CAN'T LIVE LIKE THIS! 

Now I feel quite like an unhappy hipster.


  1. Love the titles for your children and then for you. Your humor gets me every time!

  2. I feel your pain. When we lived in Southern Highlands we lived out of boxes with all our lives packed in the garage for 14 LOOOOOOONG months because we were only suppose to be there for a little while (remember). It gets old really fast. I certainly hope it is faster for you.

  3. Ohhhh, but it is like Christmas morning once you get everything out again--keeps 'em busy for days!!