Butch's corner.

Still Moving!

There's not anything in this world I hate more than moving! (Exception might be going out and then seeing all of your exes in the same room talking to each other.) Every time I move I tell myself it's the last time. But then we've all heard "Never say Never." But we are packing for my next "last move."

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Did I say packing? This involves an ungodly amount of boxes. You know the moving company doesn't tell you how much a thousand boxes are going to cost. Oh, and there's the bubble wrap (love that stuff, too fun) and separate sheets of paper for dishes and stuff. Seriously, three bucks for a box that's not big enough for a bowling ball. What's up with that?

Then there's the stress of trying to fit everything into boxes and going through stuff.

It's the going through stuff where Bri and I differ - sort of a butch/femme difference of approach. She says if I haven't seen or used something in nine years I should pitch it. I'm more of "Wow, I found something terrific in this box and I want to keep it." I even know exactly when I lost that chess set because I put the year on the box when I last moved. Smart eh? I'm more of a room by room person while she scampers through the house saying "I'm getting all the accessories." Only a femme uses that word. Butches don't "accessorize," trust me. Then there's the furniture.

Our house looks like it got hit by a tornado. Furniture is moved everywhere. We've given things away to family that we won't be using. This is not a home one would want to come home to drunk. Even Flameboy Bubba is confused. He ran downstairs to jump on his favorite sofa only to discover it wasn't there. He finally got so stressed the vet put him on valium. I say lucky dog! He could care less except for a terrible case of the munchies.

We should be all moved in about ten days and stress-free. Maybe not ... because I just realized then we start the unpacking!! Think I'll call the vet and see if I can get valium for a dog my size. That would work.

Play safe my friends ... [e-mail].

[c] 2011 Skye Delphon