Moving
So, the whole boxing-to-move things has made me realise a few things. First off, I'm not the hoarder I used to be. Not that I'm not still attached to stupid stuff, 'cause I am. I'm just a LOT better than I was. For instance, when Tiger died back in '91 I kept EVERYTHING. Literally. Including her last bit of claw trimmings. It made sense at the time but looking back on it now I couldn't help but think what the HELL?? I still kept some things, like her favourite brush and her dish, and am reusing some others, her best? favourite? biggest? vet-trip towel is now for our babies instead of being saved, but a huge box-worth of things were thrown out. The only sadness was old missing her and a big chunk for thinking STUFF meant HER.
The second thing is that Hubby is still maHubby. No matter where, no matter what's going on in life, he's a constant. He found an IC puller (a work screwdriver bent into 90 degrees) in one of his kits and I said I needed it to lever some things out of the walls. "No, I have a cat's paw for that." Ok, then, lemme. "*grin* I don't know where it is." My hubby. :)
We're also having a lot of the same ideas on what to get rid of. One of his desks, one of the computer chairs that we basically only use for a certain gamer (B! You know it's you!), a chair his mom gave us... I don't know why, but that's actually very comforting. Maybe it's because I'm in need of comforting. Maybe it's because I'm such a HubbyFanGirl (Me? Nah...) Silly, huh?
Anywhoozle, I just wanted to post something 'cause I dont get on here as much as I used to (Blast you unnamed Community-Based-Website! :)) and I didn't want my last post to stay up forever. :)
The second thing is that Hubby is still maHubby. No matter where, no matter what's going on in life, he's a constant. He found an IC puller (a work screwdriver bent into 90 degrees) in one of his kits and I said I needed it to lever some things out of the walls. "No, I have a cat's paw for that." Ok, then, lemme. "*grin* I don't know where it is." My hubby. :)
We're also having a lot of the same ideas on what to get rid of. One of his desks, one of the computer chairs that we basically only use for a certain gamer (B! You know it's you!), a chair his mom gave us... I don't know why, but that's actually very comforting. Maybe it's because I'm in need of comforting. Maybe it's because I'm such a HubbyFanGirl (Me? Nah...) Silly, huh?
Anywhoozle, I just wanted to post something 'cause I dont get on here as much as I used to (Blast you unnamed Community-Based-Website! :)) and I didn't want my last post to stay up forever. :)