In which the boxes take over my life.

Note: this post was written two days ago before I received an email that completely changed the next few weeks for me. I am now beyond grateful that I started packing when I did.

Things are getting really crazy over here in the land of lakes. By crazy, I really mean I've been forcing myself to make time to pack in between work and Army Wives netflix marathons. The biggest sign that you watch too much tv has to be when the moment you resort to watching Army wives since it's one of the last shows on netflix you have not watched. I am pathetic, I know. So anyway, Boxes. My bedroom is only half mine at the moment, the other half has been invaded by moving boxes, hell bent on taking every last bit of personal away from my bedroom. It's mostly my fault, I shouldn't be packing for at least another week. But if you think that I want to waste my last week of Minnesota packing, you are very much wrong.
I can't believe I just wrote a paragraph about boxes. This is what our relationship has come to, how terribly pathetic. Even more pathetic?! I have pictures.

                     

Mostly, I feel like a genius for packing the things that I do not need ahead of time. Except for my shoes, packing every pair of shoes except for running shoes and a pair of fifteen dollar target sandals is totally going to come back and bite me in the butt.

xoxo.

Sarah